We came back from the holiday on Sunday to a single junior high youth and four senior highs–two pair of siblings. Omicron is Omicroning and the temperature was in the teens and icy, but whatever the reason that’s a different state of attendance than we’ve seen. We’re wondering about switching to Zoom for awhile.
Here’s my hunch about that: 6th and 7th graders will tolerate it better than high schoolers will. Since we resumed in-person youth group last September, it has seemed to me that the younger students who show up do so because their parents come to in-person worship, while the older students come largely on their own; they want to be with their peers more than their younger counterparts do.
We could go to Zoom tomorrow with no difficulty. It might be better for some younger students whose parents are staying home until Covid numbers subside appreciably. Or it might take away somebody’s in-person lifeline.
Choosing between bad options feels routine.
YoRocko! 
Bad choices remind me of Paul, writing about whatever is good, just, honest, etc., then switching to “if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think on these things.” Sometimes all I can pray in response is “Big ifs, o Lord, big ifs!”