wednesday evening was the first official 2012 meeting for my 6th grade guys small group (last weds we had an all-church gathering to kick off the new year). i commented to the guys that we were already 1/6th through our 3-year journey together. feels like it’s only been a few weeks.
we had a full contingency of 12 guys. i had to get extra chairs from the house (we meet in my little back house/office). and let me make this perfectly clear: twelve 6th grade guys is just too many for anything with “small” in the name. maybe that’s why our junior high pastor renamed them “growth groups” this year — her sneaky little way of making them as large as she wants!
a few juicy, word-for-word comments worth mentioning:
(said with massive excitement)
“we got a cat, and i don’t normally like cats, but i can’t get enough of her!”
dude 1: “…and my last present was…”
dude 2, interrupting: “did you just say ‘My Little Pony’?”
“My low point in one word: SOPA”
(whoa, from a 6th grade guy who is clearly more news-aware than most of the readers of this blog (yes, i’m guessing that some of you are thinking, “what’s that?”))
(we had a new guy join our group, named angel. a couple of the guys go to school with him, and know him. from one of those guys…)
“wait, angel, you have a younger brother named angel too! what were your parents thinking, naming TWO of their kids ‘angel’?!?!”
(btw: angel’s younger brother is not named angel.)
and, the saddest and sweetest stab-in-the-heart comment of the night, uttered independently by three of the guys:
“the high point of my christmas holiday was that i got to see my dad.”