I had 12 lanky, smelly, goofy, awkward sixth-grade boys in my house last night for their first youth group meeting.
They ate three dozen barbecue sandwiches.
Devoured two bags of potato chips and an entire family sized bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.
Then washed it down with a gallon of red Kool-aid.
And miraculously managed to spill only one glass of it on my new fabric couch.
They talked about ninjas and Transformers.
And argued about football teams.
They learned about family, particularly God’s family.
And what it means to be brothers.
Please, boys, be brothers. It’s a crazy world out there and you need to have each other’s backs.
And I sat quietly in the kitchen
and read the stain exclusions section from my furniture warranty and listened to the beautiful sounds of community happening right there in my living room.
And I was happy.
Very happy, indeed.
Have a nice day.