I’m not gonna be one of the cool kids. I figured that out a long time ago.
Maybe you’re cool.
Maybe I’m not.
Maybe you’re in.
Maybe I’m out.
It’s all good with me.
I’m not scrambling to be seen with the popular and the powerful. It’s not for me. I don’t want pay the dues. The price of belonging is too high. I don’t want to sell part of who I am just so I can fit in with somebody’s idea of who I should be.
Given a choice, I’d rather hang out with the people the world underestimates—the people who are out of sync, out of style, out of luck, and out of friends.
I don’t know. For some reason, I see Jesus in the people the crowd crucifies.
