Monday, March 3, 2014
Maybe I should back up and begin at the beginning. When I was in high school. I was involved in a Christian ministry called Young Life. The ministry had a powerful impact on my life. I attended weekly meetings, went to winter and summer camps, and eventually, worked at their summer camps. When I graduated from college, I became a Young Life leader. Again I attended weekly meetings, winter camps, and even drove a vanload of 14 teenagers all the way to Canada one summer.
As much as I love Young Life, I pretty much thought that chapter of my life was over. I still helped raise money and attended special events, but I thought I was past the point of being a leader.
Until this year. I work at a K-8 school. That has Young Life. That needed teacher leaders. I attended a couple of organizational meetings and felt myself being sucked in.
Seriously God? Seriously? You want me to be a Young Life leader again?
But God, I'm way too old to be a Young Life leader. Do you see all this gray hair? I'm too old to be a Young Life leader.
But God, Young Life leaders go to camp with kids. They have mud wars and play wild games and stay up all night. I wasn't great at all those games and stuff the first time around. I don't want to do it gain.
I want you to try it, Carol.
This conversation went on for several weeks. OK, maybe even a couple of months.
And finally I gave in.
And went to a meeting where I am easily twice the age of most people in the room.
I don't know the television shows they talk about. Or the bands. I'm not invited when the other leaders hang out with each other.
But I go.
Every other Monday.
And I admire people's engagement pictures.
And their new babies.
And listen to their stories.
Just waiting to see
what the next surprise