The dad joke. We all grew up with them but only in recent years has that became an actually term. We can probably credit Twitter and Facebook hash tags for adding to our vocabulary nomenclature we never realized we needed. Father’s Day is coming up and I’m here to speak out in defense of the dad joke. Continue reading
Let me tell you about a little thing we do twice a year called Parents’ Night Out. My wife and I are the sponsors of an organization called Baptist Campus Ministry (BCM, formerly known as Baptist Student Union). We were looking for a ministry opportunity that teenage youth could be a part of. Since we are a school, not a church, some of the construction projects and work days that youth groups normally do are not a good idea. We needed something that 9-12 graders could do to benefit the community, develop leadership, and nurture a servant like heart. Enter my wife Teresa. Continue reading
If you love pizza, and I mean love it so much you could never get tired of it, consider becoming a youth minister. I’m only half kidding. I’ve been involved in youth ministry for about 16 years, and have reached a point in my life I think I’ve had enough pizza. My profession is working with high school age youth, and the favorite meal of teen age students, especially if it’s an informal gathering for some occasion, continues to be pizza. In addition to what we get once a week in the cafeteria, I spring for pizza once or twice a year in BCM (Baptist Campus Ministry, formerly BSU). We’re also involved in drama, and I drive the bus for a couple of sports teams. At church, we’re sort of leaders for the youth leaders, who are upper level high school to mid-20’s. So after Back-Yard-Bible Club, planning for VBS, get together with the mission team, we go for a round of pizza. For that matter, one of our church deacons OWNS a local pizza establishment, and his daughter is one of our leaders. There’s no escaping it.
I’m not complaining; not really. I’m just trying to share from my experience. If you’re crazy about pizza, find a position doing what I do. It’s like perpetual college student diet (assuming you went to a Baptist college that didn’t allow beer).