Scavenger Hunt

This week was a "fun night" for the High School youth group. They drove around town taking pictures for a digital scavenger hunt. Well, most of them drove. One group stayed behind to do a mini hunt at the church.

Seeing as one has to be twenty-five to drive during church sponsored events, and yours truly is something a little closer to twenty-two, I got to hang out with the on campus group.

This, is what happens when you tell nine high schoolers to find the largest doors in the church and pretend to be gorillas. Have I mentioned that I love these kids?

One of these girls did Focus Month this summer. One of them was in a sociology class that I taught. 

Earlier in the night, I was talking with a freshman guy who I used to babysit, laughing about the things that we used to do - tree forts and lightsaber fights, spinning in circles until he was "flying" and letting him hang on my forearm so that it looked like he was being strangled.

One of these girls was in my cabin her fifth grade year of camp.

I've been around some of them since they were too young to rightfully remember that I was there. 

What constantly amazes me, though, is the little tiny details, the goofy moments, that these kids do remember. They remember songs that I taught them, reading me stories that they wrote for class, running relay races during Sunday School, and taking fake mug shots for Mother's Day gifts. They remember all sorts of things.

Hopefully, as we add new memories, the one thing that will shine the brightest is Christ in me and the hope of His eternal glory. Because, without that, none of the rest of it really matters.