Joseph Brazil | @blackdog575
We’ve all heard of them. Chances are you’ve seen them on Sunday morning, or your kids go to school with one or two. They’re just different enough from others their age, yet they’re difficult to single out of a group. Strangely, they’re the only classification of today’s youth commonly recognized by an acronym: P. K.
They’re the behind-the-scenes, Sunday morning utility players, who always seem to get those inglorious, but always essential, tasks, such as moving tables in the fellowship hall or spot-checking the bathroom trashcans before Sunday School.
I’m one of these P. K.’s., being born to parents who willingly entered the front lines of ministry. I owe them a great deal of thanks for understanding the need to raise up children to follow after Christ personally, not just by example or because it’s what they were being paid to do.
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