A young lady called one day and asked if she could come to my office. Before I answered she said that she would come only if I could guarantee that I will not judge her for what she was about to say. I told her, “I am a pastor. Judgement is not in my job description.”
This song keeps ringing in my ears, “He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother”. Only this time I should change it to “they ain’t heavy, they’re my children”.