on last night.

Last night I got to share about myself with the high school youth group.  It was great getting to tell them who I am, how I got here, and what I am passionate about.  We opened up to Q&A after I shared (just as we did with the junior highers) so they could really drill me on what they wanted to know.  They had some fun questions, like "When are you getting married?" (July 31), "What is your favorite food?" (tough one, but probably risotto with sauteed mushrooms), "Coffee or tea?" (coffee), and one terribly deep question, "Where did you get your jeans?"  (Really??)  Oh, how I love high school students with all that I am.

Even though spending the evening with high schoolers went flawlessly, the highlight of the evening was not the youth.  Rather it was...oh, what shall I call them?  Not the elderly...not the "senior saints"...not our gray haired friends...not the old people...let's call them the young at heart.  That's right.  We invited the young at heart (the 60+ members of our church) to join us for a time of good conversation, breaking down generational walls, awesome desserts, and, you got it...Bingo.

There were round tables around the room with about 8 chairs surrounding each.  In the middle of the table was a basket full of questions like, "What is your most embarrassing memory from high school?", "Who influenced your teenage years the most?", and "What is one life goal you have yet to accomplish?"  Both the youth and the young at heart got to share their answers to each.  To hear the stories, the wisdom, the memories, the lives of these men and women...I would've given anything to stay there all night.

I think we would all agree that last night our youth group was alive.  (And the coffee, fudge brownies, and chocolate mousse pies had nothing to do with it.)