i am by no means the babe ruth of youth ministry or the hank aaron of youth messages and i in no way ever want to indicate that i think i’m even close. i mess and screw up a great deal. i don’t understand enough to be in control of much of anything. i was reminded of this today.
you see the past 4 weeks of lessons have gone great. the four messages i did for the view have gone tremendous. the sunday school lessons that i have done during this four week time frame have been great. even the chapels, church sermons, and various other “extra” speaking opportunities have been quite good. i’ve had youth and adults telling me this and i personally have had a sense that these messages were really connecting and challenging the people with whom i was talking. i was beginning to “believe my own press” and think that i am actually a good speaker on my own. my GOD likes to keep me from such thoughts and to keep me from thinking it HE let my pride catch up with me. today’s sunday school lesson bombed badly. worst than just bomding it was about my favorite passage of scripture (which should have been a “gimme”) and it stunk.
this morning’s sunday school lesson flopped misserably. it was aweful and everyone there, including myself, knew it. i was brought back to earth in a big, loud, crash. if you heard an incredibly large “thud” this morning that was the sound of my lesson hitting the ground as it crashed and burned. i’m sure the crash could be heard for thousands of miles.
i hate it when GOD keeps me humble.
i don’t have anything really to post about today but i figured i would let you know that i’m still waiting for the
kevin, a friend of mine, has linked to an entry in my blog today and that’s wonderful.
i am beginning to reach a new and frightening stage in my life as a parent and as a minister. i’m about to be the parent of a teen – well actually a 6th grader because he won’t be thirteen for 2 ½ more years. still teen aged or not my oldest son will be moving into the 6th grade this summer and thus into the youth ministry. this scares me to death. i’m terrified just by the simple things that are already happening. i had forgotten how moody i was when i went through puberty. i had forgotten that i would cry, pout, get angry, laugh, and shout over things that aren’t really that important. now i get to watch it happen in my oldest son. in fact, it’s already happening.
yet another day without the
i’m not much of a protester. i do stand up for what i believe in and even try to make my views known to the powers that be on those matters – i write letters, send emails, and more on pretty much anything that cheapens human life (i.e death penalty, abortion, certain types of research, etc.) yet, i’m not the type of person who goes out looking for the next organization to boycott or next protest to be a part of.
some of you are probably wondering whether i have received the
last night, september 29th, was our “pounding” for our two newlywed couples –
i love wednesdays – i hate wednesday nights.