I sometimes say that if I had a tougher life, I would be a better preacher.
I have no idea whether or not this is true.
But I can say with some confidence that if I had a tougher group of youth, I would have better mission trip stories.
Amazingly, not only were my three youth (and my one adult male leader) faithful and engaged all week long, all the other youth (and most of the adults) were, too.
The singing. The serving. The toilet plunging. All of it was done with willing hearts and surprising skill. (Seriously, people. That toilet was bad news.) Where was the whining? Where was the kid who wanders off at lunchtime, the kid who refuses to interact with anyone he doesn’t already know, the kid who gets lost or injured or stung by a bee?
Nowhere to be found. The fifty or so folks who came to Cass Lake with Youthworks last week–and the four staff members who were waiting for us–were a truly impressive bunch. God is up to something in Cass Lake, and it is, in the parlance of youth ministry, legitly awesome and amazing.