They are all wonderful, year after year, congregation after congregation, and I never get tired of the presentations on Coming of Age Sunday.
Godzilla, this year. An awesome way to start a reflection on God and heroes and making meaning.
And the two kids who appeared by video because they had to be at a soccer tournament in Coeur d'Alene.
(I hate Sunday soccer tournaments.)
Some believe in God, some are not sure, and some for sure don't. Interesting riff on the Big Bang and who might have started it. Or not.
All speak well and radiate the glow of youth, filling me with hope for the future of our world, or at least some corner of it.
We only see the tip of the iceberg. It has been a struggle in this congregation to persuade these youth and their parents that this program is worth it. But they mostly came on Sundays and were part of it, maybe absorbing more passively than an observer would have liked, but mostly, they were there. And so much effort from some of the mentors to engage them more fully!
A cold-water plunge in November before the lake froze, taking their instructions from the way of certain Northwest indigenous people.
Afternoon hangouts at the coffee shop, talking about life, the universe, and everything.
And the Sunday service affirmed it had been worth it! Yes, the presentations of their faith statements, of course. And so many people! So much food! So many pictures being taken! Gifts exchanged!
And so much talk.
Much later, people went home, smiling.
It won't happen next year in this congregation, but looking at the population of the lower grades in Sunday school, they're into a time of doing this every other year.
This is a blessing.
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