Can you hear the groan in the words of that title? Ugh. Ghirgh. Grrruuumble.
We had the best youth group meeting tonight. There were the solid kids who from what I can decipher from ancient hieroglyphics of church records really have been here since birth. And the kids who have been here for three or five years. And there were the youth group advisers. And (cue the angel chorus) there were THREE new kids who look to be solidly connected and coming back for the sleepover and the homeless teen center feed and the camping trip.
But I was tucked away in the office. I introduced myself, and handed out the registration forms and opened the window and turned on the fan and passed around candy. But that was all. Oh, it's good. It's healthy. I have a son of my own in youth group, and I'm the DRE. I need to be three steps back and administrating.
But, just maybe, I'd give all that up to hear the check in, and how school is going, and what's up with that thing that happened this summer? I loved being the defacto youth group leader last year. I got more out of it than any of the teenagers. Talk about God and theology? No place better than with a bunch of wildly brilliant and opionated teens. Ethics? Oh yeah, bring it on, they have no preconceptions. Politics? Get out of the way, they'll leave you in the dust every time.
It's good. Letting go. It rips your skin off like superglue on your fingers, but it's good. New skin will grow and who needs fingerprints anyway?
OK, OK, it's good. Really, it's good. I'll just keep telling myself that.