"For Narnia! And for Aslan!"

I shouted that in my head mentally today, as I was confronted with what (according to Janine) is "just what high school is like".

I volunteer at our town's hospital and work with a bunch of other kids and a few adults. We weren't getting a lot of calls so everyone was sitting around and playing cards. Mid-conversation, one of the boys I was working with gave me a very direct question.

"Are you Christian?"

My reply was : "Yes. Why do you ask?"

"Are your parents, like, strict Christians?"

"What do you mean by 'strict'?" I recalled a saying that went something along the lines of (don't quote me on this one) 'Love God first, then do whatever you want second.'

"You know: strict."

"They trust me and let me make my own decisions." I had no idea what this guy was getting at. I love being a Christian myself, and it has nothing to do with my parents.

"Do you like Narnia?"

I thought we had a conversation finally going. "Of course!"

"I'm leaving. Don't follow me." He got up suddenly and left the room. A minute or two later he returned and said, "I'm done throwing up."

The conversation drifted elsewhere thanks to a bunch of other kids chatting about less personal stuff. He beat me at cards three times in a row, then hit all the buttons on the elevator when I needed to get back down to the first floor. (6 floors... funnnn...)

Tell me that I handled this right. I didn't want to start a fight, especially considering the fact I have to see this kid once a week. ("First, make friends with your opponents. It will become easier to persuade them." Somethin' like that...) I hope I handled this properly... I still don't know what this kid wanted to get out of me. I just hope I did the right thing.

"A lady of Narnia must try and contain her anger when this same guy says she makes funny faces when doing her British accent... do I? Seriously?"