two weeks ago, i started over, once again.
what i mean is: i began as the small group leader for a new grip of 6th grade guys. i see this as a three year commitment, as i want to stick with them through middle school. that first night was a kick-off party for all the small groups. and i’ll admit, about 10 minutes into an attempt to name our group (you can see the result in the photo – yes, they came with the highly appropriate name “atomic squirrel”), i was wondering to myself,
- what have i gotten myself into?
- can i do this again?
- am i too old for this?
- can anything good come of this?
- at what point am i just going to snap?
but we had a good, exceedingly short chat over the ‘small group convenant’ our middle school pastor handed out, and i got my feet under me again.
this past wednesday, our group of 9 guys and 2 leaders (my co-leader is a veteran youth pastor in san diego for seminary, and we have 50 years of youth ministry experience between the two of us!), met at my house. we actually meet in my little back house, which is my office. and again, it took me a few minutes to get my bearings (oh my gosh, they are atomic squirrels!). but it was good — really good. they’re a fantastic group of guys. some are drop-dead hilarious; others have boundless energy; a few are a little quirky, in an endearing 6th grade way. but i can tell, i’m gonna love walking with these guys.
all that aside, i made a few notes to myself of some choice quotes from our sharing time:
“I want my nickname to be wasabi” (btw, i wasn’t asking them about nicknames)
guy one: …and i have a pet snake.
guy two: where did you get it?
guy one: oh… at that one place… um…
guy two: trader joe’s?
“my middle name is reese, because my grandma loves the movie the terminator, so i’m named after kyle reese. my mom didn’t like the name kyle.”
“i have a brother who has four legs and is furry. his names is hobbs.”
(context: i asked them to share a dream job, and an experience they would love to have in life. this guy shared that he would like to be a ‘chest doctor’. resisting the impulse to make a joke, i asked if he meant a heart doctor, which he affirmed. then…)
“two experiences i want to have: i want to shoot an elephant, and i want to hold a beating human heart in my hands.”
and the fleeting moment that reminded me why i do this:
“what job would i love to have? well, i’m gonna have to wait to see what god has in store for me.”
come hang out and share middle school ministry stories with me, at the middle school ministry campference. it’s only a few weeks away!