Luke 18 Youth Group

My name is Fidel, a 16-year-old, incoming Senior at The Ateneo J Many of you don’t know me, but I don’t blame you guys. For the past months, I’ve mastered some kind of disappearing act. But kidding aside, I am just a newbie. I joined Luke the previous weekend, the 32nd. And well, for many reasons, I have not been showing up. If there were a beadle to check our attendance in meetings, he would have recommended me for expulsion. But we don’t do that here, right? I’m one of the many who joined Luke and did not go back. Just like a sheep from a herd who wandered away from the group and let’s put it this way: was lost. Yup, I was lost.
What is it to lose something? For my sixteen years on earth, I have lost many things. If I remember correctly, I lost my red Ferrari—red Ferrari matchbox that is—when I was about four or five. It was my favorite car, and I threw on a major tantrum. I got all mad and bratty. The next day, my yaya handed it to me, saying she found it stuc...