First of all, I’d like to thank Bill Speight for jumpstarting my spiritual life during the formidable teen years. (Bill was my youth minister) Those years could have made a difference over whether or not I’d be a Sunday-morning-only type person or what I am today. There is no doubt that I am heavily involved in church activities. And that heavy involvment came from those youth years. For a while me and half a dozen other friends made up the core group of young people at my church. Sadly I am one of the few from my class who are left at church. I don’t know why that is.
It’s almost as if the kids in my youth group went away to college and forgot to go to church. No one was there to wake them up on Sunday mornings and get them to church. Eventually they dropped out. Or married someone from another religion and ended up somewhere else. Doh! What were they thinking? I mean everyone thought we’d still stay together. Nope. Things change. It’s starting to sound like that Offspring song “The Kids Aren’t Alright” but not as harsh. But ultimately eternally it could be harsh.
What a wonderful gift this is. To be able to serve God to the best of my ability. To be given the opportunity to be a Sunday School teacher or to lead youth devotionals. Wow. Heavy stuff. Good stuff. But heavy.