This morning I sat in the dentist’s chair as he scraped, drilled, and picked among other things. I knew what the end result was to be…however I had no clue how he was going to get there. I tried my best to just relax and trust him (and pray that I didn’t hear any of these things come from his mouth). In essence, I placed the fate of my teeth in his hands.
Such is what parents do with us in our youth ministries: they put the spiritual well-being of their children in our hands. Not completely and exclusively of course, as we youth ministers are supposed to complement and supplement the faith formation that is hopefully taking place at home (and in some cases at school).
But while their kids are at our youth gathering, prayer group, or service outing…the buck stops with us. For better or for worse.