When I was in school, we’d write on small pieces of paper and hurl them across the room in hopes they’d land on the right desk. Nothing was as awkward as Clint Worthy opening a small note that landed on his desk and reading, “Will you go to homecoming with me? Love, Bob,” and then seeing him nod his head yes.

I spent the rest of the year practicing, not on math or English, but on perfecting the art of throwing paper and avoiding Clint.

Of course, I also ran the risk of the teacher seeing the letter and thinking that something was up, due to the fact that paper doesn’t just naturally hurl itself across the room. This brought on the risk of the teacher reading it to the class. But luckily, I figured out how to prevent this.

The first day of school, Ms. Black told us that passing notes was not acceptable and that any note found would immediately be read out loud. This caused all of us to wait at least half a second before writing and passing notes. She actually caught mine while it was still in the air and said, “All right, Bob. I warned you.”

She then began reading, “Hey guys, Ms. Black is an awesome and understanding teacher who deserves the best in life and would never do anything mean to us. So let’s all be nice to her for the whole year! Sincerely, Bob Smiley: Third row, seat four.” This usually bought me a grace period.

The other option of getting a note to somebody was to count on the other students to pass it like a chain gang. The problem with this was that if one person in the chain gang didn’t like you, the whole operation could go bad. Someone could choose not to pass it on, or even worse, he or she could change it to say something else. “I like you” could quickly become “I’d like you to disappear forever!”

I found this out the hard way. I got a note from a girl named Jennifer whom I’d been asking out for almost a month. She was playing that girl game where she pretended to ignore me even though she was obviously interested. I got a note from her that said, “Please stop calling me!”

Luckily, I figured out that it originally said, “Call me!” She must have known that the note got changed, too, because of how shocked she was when I called her that night. She was obviously impressed with how smart I was!

These days, you Brio girls can text message each other. Of course, I’m sure there are still a few girls who type in their text message, then hurl their phones across the room. But for the most part, passing notes has become easy.

However, I still feel that the greatest note ever passed to us is God’s Word.

Think about it: God has passed you a note.

It has landed on your desk.

And it often sits right next to you unread.

I challenge you to read God’s note, and then check “YES!” to eternal life!