I had a dream last night in which I led a youth mission project alongside one of the former Youth Directors at my church. I can’t say which one it actually was; it was something of an amalgam of two. As we picked up trash on a hill, I questioned my predecessor on the congregation’s youth ministry of yesteryear. Her answers crushed me. Things were so much better then.
One specific question I remember. I asked, “What about graduates who stick around and don’t leave the area for college. Did you still do work with them?”
“Oh yes,” she answered, “I worked very hard at that.”
Dreams are weird. I have an inferiority complex. There’s nothing new under the sun.
Still, though, I’m listening.