Harder Way to Christmas from Chad Herring on Vimeo.
A sermon preached at Southminster Presbyterian Church of Prairie Village, Kansas. December 16, 2012.
Zephaniah 3:14-20
and Luke 3:1-18
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Natasha was a classmate of mine.
I moved to University City, a suburb of Saint Louis,
just before the start of 7th grade
and Natasha sat next to me in my Algebra class that year.
She was so bright, and we developed a friendly competition.
I don’t remember much of it,
but I do remember doing quite well in Algebra.
I would regularly bring home scores of 95, 97, 100%.
And I was proud of it.
But Natasha, she was always a bit better than me.
We would compare scores,
and she’d trump my marks with her perfect scores—
plus extra credit.
Natasha was my friend.
Friendly, and so chatty.
We’d talk about her inordinate love for Michael Jackson one day
and her affection for dogs and cats another.
That year, fresh from the small farming town of Atlantic Iowa
I had few friends.
But Natasha welcomed me with a smile and a goal:
to beat her, just once, on a math test. I don’t think I ever did.
I can’t stop thinking about Natasha this week.
She was my first introduction to gun violence and mental illness.