This label bothered me and I pondered its meaning throughout the day, especially because two of our sons are youth pastors.
I thought back, w-a-y back to my youth group days. Was I a misfit?
Oh, honey. YES.
I made a lot of my own clothes. I was in band. I carried my Bible around with me. I taught Bible study to a handful of friends, once a week in a stairwell at our school of 3500. Didn't hang out with the popular kids, didn't get invited to parties.
I was a misfit with a capital mis.
Am I ashamed of that?
Not fitting in builds character. I cared less about what the other kids thought and more about what GOD thought.
You see, this world is not my home: