One of mi esposa's guilty pleasures is surfing the rants and personals sections of Craiglist. The missed connections is always good for a laugh.
The other day she found this seemingly sincere cry of frustration in the rant section. It's by an 18-year old who lacks a job and direction in her life - and is considering nude housekeeping to make a living.
Most folks chimed in with the usual and expected "keep yer head up" response. But the following reply stood out:
You see, our creator, God, sent the ultimate counselor into my life many years ago; His name: Jesus Christ. Jesus loves you soooo much that he died a horrible death to save you. Now, it's your turn to show some initiative.
Dang. My high school counselors never died for me, let alone got a paper cut when handing out college brochures. I'm kinda jealous that this Jesus guy didn't work at my school.