I had about 10 kids at Reddy's today, but they were all new, except a few! Discipline with Rochelle was quite a problem it kind of disrupted the lesson. Little Endira went off in a corner and cried all club "because everybody was hollerin'.She's a dear, cute, sweet tempered, sunny little girl. Well behaved. I told her that it made Jesus sad too when people fought and argued.

Saw Warren today. He came in quietly and willingly. I think he needs to have club with other boys though. His reading has improved since we first started.

Everyone was in a good mood at 20th street Teen Haven today. Ronnie's room was spotless! Ronnie and Frosty decided they wanted to go to Washington on June 2, with the Chapel, after all. Calvary Gospel Chapel is the church most of us fellowship at. It's a black church, with lots of young people and lots of activities. And it's a sound church, and an evangelistic one, with lots of male leadership.

While we were eating (on Tuesdays I eat at 20th Street), Ronnie said, "Barb, my teacher is going to be a Christian."

"Who?"

"Oh, some 70 year old shop teacher at Franklin.”

"Well,how do you know? Did he tell you?"

"He said so today. He was thinking about Jehovah's Witness and some other stuff. He's going to be a Christian.”

“Is that because you talked to him about becoming a Christian?" Barb asked with a twinkle in her eye. She really enjoys Ronnie when he's in a sunny, communicative mood.

“Well 1 1 1, it's like this. We play read the pencil.”

I cracked up—leave it to Ronnie! Teen Haven has lots of pencils with Bible verses on them which the guys pick up and use at school.

I had about eleven girls for Bible study tonight at 20th Street(not including Kim, Angie, and Seydata). Laverne and Daisy were there, plus Barbara Maxey, and Michelle Noland again. And Marlisa! Laverne got the Romans 12:19 Concentration game verse before it was uncovered! That's a first for any club. The girls all listened intently during the lesson Isaac and Rebecca, which we had put together after staff meeting yesterday and the message of salvation came out clearly.

Barb says there were 50 kids at 23rd and Diamond tonight! Ronnie came bounding up the stairs after her and yelled, "I love you, Jeanne."

"I love you too," I said.

"So what," he popped off as he sailed by.

Typical Ronnie comeback.

I think it’s hard for him to say those words without adding some qualifying "hard" comments. I remember the first time I told him I loved him. I wanted to and sensed that he needed it, but the words were so hard for me to say. I don't think I ever said them to anyone before.

Anyway, he would playfully grab me menacingly and yell, "I hate you, Jeanne!"

So, once I looked him right in the eye and said, "Why do you hate me? I love you!"

That threw him. He walked away abruptly and said defensively, "I don't want you to love me!" and then added softly with his back towards me, "Leastways, I don't need you to love me.”

Peter Pan's black brother. He really identified with Peter Pan when he first came—fourteen years old, free, unattached and self sufficient and if you ever saw him take stairs and bannisters to answer the phone, you'd think he could fly!

Frosty's been so pleasant and cooperative lately. He never disrupts my 20th street club. He usually gives me a fair share of rib crushers that take me clear off the floor. He got my head in a smash grip tonight and got me way off balance. If he had let me go, I would have pitched back first down the stairs. I think he enjoys it!