On Wednesdays, the principal at the 11th & 12th grade building of the local school district graciously allows me to visit at lunch and bring cookies. I have a team of "cookie moms" that faithfully bake mom-made goodness into their cookies once a month, and I get to visit my kids and meet their friends. Some of their comments are amazing, precious or hilarious and all of them remind me of why I'm in youth ministry. Here's the sampler plate:
"Wait, do you go here?"
"Did you get these cookies from your windowless van out back?"
"Is it fun being married?"
"Hey, let's have another religious conversation! My friend told me a quote: that religion is a lot like [male parts], it's useful, but people don't like you shoving it down their throat. What do you think about that?"
"Can you kidnap me? I'm not ready for my chemistry test next period."
"Well I put ranch on his cookies because he smashed my sandwich." Me: "What did you say to him that made him smash your sandwich?" "Uh, I'm not telling you cuz you're from church."
(From a teacher at the check-in desk) "Honey, why are you leaving your coat in here? Did they move your locker?"
"So do you have a job?"
"Oh my gosh, isn't that guy hot?!" Me: "He's not my husband or Gerard Butler, therefore the answer is no." "Wait, how do you not think that guy is hot?" Me: "Because it's illegal, and I'm married."
"Do you have to be a Christian to go to your church?"
"You should treasure your youthful skin while you have it." (yes, she was 17)
Me (thinking I look pretty cute and age-appropriate: "Yeah,it's a fine line between I'm-not-a-student and I'm-not-a-teacher-either." "So why did you wear that?"
They truly don't know how wonderful they are, or how me giving them cookies and helping them study for history makes my day.
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