One of my confirmation students – we shall call her E. – likes ninjas. She was a ninja for Halloween and knocked on my door with her siblings this past October. She says her friends like to play ninja games and pretend that they are ninjas. [I don’t even know what this means.]
E. often sticks around a bit later than other confirmation students and somehow, last week, we started talking about ninjas. Just by chance, I snapped this photo of ninja facts from a bathroom wall back in the fall. I thought it was humorous. And a bit odd to be hanging in a high school ladies’ bathroom.
I pulled the photo up on my phone and started reading them off. E. and I bonded over ninja facts. Can you email that to me? she asked. Sure. Email it to my mom. Okay … but I made E. promise to tell her mom that it would be arriving in her inbox and that it was E. who requested it. Yeah, I’ll tell her.
I emailed it to E.’s mom the next morning. I received a response saying that she would pass it on and that E. had told her it would be coming. Good.
I saw and chatted with E. last night after the Lenten service and meal. I asked her about the ninja email. I printed off like three copies and gave them to my friends. I told them it was from my pastor. They didn’t believe me.
I don’t blame them. Pastor Lindsay: the pastor who knows as much about ninjas as she does about Noah. Rightfully weird and unbelievable to the average seventh grader. [but secretly proud of it.]
there's no place like gnome. 
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