I have never felt more out of place than I do with “Christians.”
My first year in high school, I tried out for the color guard. Now, keep in mind I have about as much coordination as a two-year-old waking up from a nap with head cold, but there I was trying to make the team. I might as well have been trying out for the Olympics the way things went down that day.
Apparently everyone in the room had been taking dance classes for years; I was a softball player. They fit into leotards; I knew how to eat pasta. For six hours I tried to keep up, watching others remember what to do and what not to do. To no one’s surprise, my name was not on the list posted in the hallway the following Monday morning.
If I’m honest, I never wanted to be a color guard. I wasn’t even sure what they did except wave flags at the football games. I wanted to belong. I wanted a group of people who saw me.
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