Sara: It's been a fun, albeit LONG, week up here in the SMTA. It's been VBS all week, which means it's been Get REAL for a lot of fab high schoolers. I can't even being to extend my gratitude to the 15 high schoolers who showed every morning at 8:30am to spend their morning (and free time) with 70, count 'em 70!, 5th and 6th graders. Now, while Get REAL is a ton of fun, it's just darn exhausting. When I finish this post I might lay on the ground and put my feet up on my desk, like pregnant ladies do when they're 9 months pregnant and have swollen feet. But the work that Aaron and I did for Get REAL is nothing compared to the small group leaders that did the day-in and day-out work with their 10 kiddos. Thanks be to Jesus for you guys.
But, there are a few things I noticed about this week that I thought needed to be put into a post. I noticed some things that we were doing at work this week and I thought, "man, no one else would be doing these kinds of things and calling it 'work'". And then I remembered, "but wait, we're youth minsters, this is work for us". So, I thought I should share:
Things that happen only when you're a youth minister and it's considered work:
wearing t-shirts, gym shorts and flip flops to work
filling up 1500 water balloons
holding a "red carpet walk off" for 6th boys dressed as girls
arranging with the Fire Department to send a fire truck to come and spray down the kids
doing the "Istanbul, not Constantinople" dance
watching a kiddo walk in dressed as Ronald McDonald
It's a fun thing when you think about it. I mean, c'mon, some people might do this for fun, but we get to do it for work!
