Groups
When my youth pastor started at my church about two years ago, I really liked him (don't worry, I still like him now). We had the same last name, he wanted to update our youth praise band, of which I was and am a member (even though I haven't played in two months, but that's another story), and he wanted our youth group to grow in size and in God. However, he also wanted us to do small groups on Wednesday nights. I was not happy. I liked having everyone together and I didn't want to be separated from my friends. It got a little better when we got to choose in which small group we wanted to be. I really liked my leaders (even though I decided to switch halfway through the school year..yet another story). I learned a lot and I decided I really liked this small group thing. Then summer arrived. Now everyone in high school met together on Wednesday nights. Sometimes even the entire youth group. I could not wait for us to go back to small groups. We had a really great small group last year. And, by the end of the year, a really small one. Now we're back to big groups. The teachers this summer are wonderful...however, the people...yeah. It's going to be an interesting summer. I like all of the other highschoolers at my church. Some are just very immature. The leader had to get on to people a couple of times for being disruptive and finally said what I've been waiting for a leader to say for years: "If you're going to act like that, don't come. If you don't want to be here, don't come." A lot of people come because they think they have to. I hope that they still come, but because they want to.
I still can't wait for small groups.

2 Comments:
At June 3, 2004 12:52 PM,
Michael B said…
Sounds like you should be a leader!
Uncle MBD
At June 4, 2004 7:24 AM,
Anonymous said…
A gal after my own heart. I Love small groups too. But the operative word here is SMALL. I don't like LARGE small groups. I agree with Uncle MBD that you should be a leader. Are your leaders adults or teens?
Hey, love your blog. Keep at it. You make my day. Love, Nanny
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