Okay, I was in 6th grade. It was reading time. I had my feet up on the desk. Everyone was silent.
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I tooted.
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The chubby, unpopular, nerdy, quirky boy sitting next to me pipes up and says, "excuse me." and goes back to reading.
I didn't know what to do. How was I to react?
He. Claimed. MY. Toot.
I did nothing to deserve it. I didn't ask him to. There was no reward to be had. He could have scorched me, taunted, laughed, mocked, snarled his nose up, and taken me Down!
But he didn't. This meek, innocent, awkward tween slid in and took any punishment coming my way as the 6th grade farter.
THAT is Christ in my life. Redeemer of my gas.
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