|That's Kendall in front, squatting in the blue shirt-|
but not at Myrtle Beach!
|The Betsy B|
Saturday morning came and we began the always sad task of cleaning the Betsy B and preparing to head home. Kendall, much to our surprise (and joy!), was wearing a clean shirt for the van ride home. As we gathered the scattered swim suits, towels and flip-flops and tried to determine who they belonged to, someone discovered on one of the oceanfront porches the shirt Kendall had worn everyday that week. They brought it to him and tried to give it to him, but he refused it. He said it wasn't his. The entire group reminded him he had worn it everyday that week, but he told us we were mistaken. He was adamant that it was not his shirt. We began to remind him of how many times we had ragged on him trying to get him to change OUT of the shirt, but he held fast. He simply refused to admit it was his. One of the guys wound up hanging the shirt from the front balcony as a flag, reminding the world of our week together. As we pulled out and headed home, Kendall was STILL denying ever having seen that shirt. It was just totally beyond belief.
Youth ministry is like that. Even in the midst of an amazing trip, there was this totally irrational, completely ridiculous behavior by one of our fine young men. I was at a total loss to explain it. It really didn't matter, yet he denied it to the end. Working with teenagers is never simple, it is never cut and dried, and it is never normal. But it is always memorable and it is always special. And that, my friends, is why I loved it for nearly 30 years. Kendall, wherever you are- that shirt was yours! Claim it!!!!
Because of Jesus,