Blown Away: The First Five Hours In My New Ministry

July 7, 2011

I’ve had many memorable moments with students in the past. All of these youth have impacted my life in a major way, as I hope that I have with theirs. I will cherish some of these memories for the rest of my life. As some of you know, I have recently been hired by a new church after a long (in my eyes) 14-month hiatus from youth ministry. It wasn’t my choice but it is what it is and I feel that God definitely had a reason for taking me out of full-time ministry for that amount of time. I won’t touch any more on that for now but rest assured that I will definitely be writing about it as soon as I can. Anyway, I got hired at Doylestown United Methodist Church on June 12, 2011 and my official start date was to be July 1, 2011. I left Belle Vernon, PA on June 30, 2011 and headed down Interstate 76 (the Pennsylvania Turnpike) to start my new life and new ministry. On my way there, I stopped at a huge Christian music festival called “Creation” that my new youth group and leaders were attending. And when I say “huge,” I mean 82,000 people HUGE! Creation is a four or five day festival. I only planned to stop for one day to get to know some of the youth and leaders that would be my new family. Stopping at Creation was key and had potential to be an extremely beneficial way to begin my new ministry. The reason for this is that I will be taking 39 of those students on a High School Missions Trip on July 10-15 and then 20 or so more of them on the Middle School Missions Trip on July 24-29. So breaking the ice, getting to know them, and getting them to know me was an extremely important thing that needed to be taken care of as quickly as possible since there is no youth group and no other way for me to meet/get to know them before the trips. I was blown away as soon as I pulled up in front of our groups’ camp site.

Looking down on Creation Fest from overlook mountain...

As I was driving the two and a half hours it took to get there, I couldn’t help but to feel nervous. I wondered how well the students would like me, if things would be awkward because no one knew me and I didn’t know them, would they want to meet me, would they be mad/hurt that I was the guy replacing their old youth pastor, etc. All kinds of scenarios were running through my mind but the conclusion that I came to was that I would have to just leave it in God’s hands and wait and see what would happen. And that’s exactly what I did. There was nothing else I could do.

As soon as I stepped out of my truck, I got “attacked” by my new youth group. All of the kids that were there (some were at concerts or at the various other attractions that they had at “Creation”) swarmed to me around my truck and started to introduce themselves. They were excited to meet me and it was such an amazing, warm, and welcoming feeling when all I expected was shyness and awkwardness. I was so blown away/overwhelmed with joy because of this. This took away all of the nervousness, uncertainty, questions, and broke the ice. I was able to focus on building relationships with them the rest of the time since this initial part was knocked out by them. God’s hands were definitely all over this and I am so thankful for that.

A small group of my youth on overlook mountain...

There was one other amazing thing that these students and leaders did for me that I didn’t quite pick up on right away. As I was meeting them I noticed that they all had some form of a temporary or henna tattoo on them. Some had them on their necks. Some had them on their arms. Some had them on their stomachs, backs, legs. And one even had so many of them on one arm that it looked like a sleeve. I noticed it but I didn’t put much thought into it because I was so amazed at how awesome these kids were. Later that night at one of the sessions/concerts one of my leaders was talking to me and she asked me if I noticed everyone’s tattoos. Then it hit me: it wasn’t just a coincidence! She told me that they planned it and all of the kids and leaders wanted to make me feel comfortable (since I have tattoos) so they went out of their way to put all of those tattoos on…AMAZING! I ended up staying for two nights because my students wanted me to stay longer.

So if all of this awesomeness took place within my first 5 hours of being there, I can’t wait to see what else God has in store for me, this youth group, and this church. It’s going to be good!

–          paulg

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Watching You

September 12, 2008

Have you ever heard a song on the radio that made you stop and think about life? Have you ever heard a song that brought tears of joy to your eyes? It doesn’t necessarily have to be a Christian song either. Generally, (for me anyway) the songs that hit me the hardest are the non-Christian songs, that if listened to in the right mindset can hint at deep spiritual implications. One song that does this for me is by a country singer named Rodney Atkins and is called “Watching You.” Yes, I do listen to country music. Normally people do not picture me as a fan of country music. Maybe it is because I am 6’ 4 ½” and covered with tattoos. But, coming from Western PA, listening to your father play in a country band, and growing up in the country, it kind of grows on you. Now, allow me to get back to what I was saying! The above-mentioned song is about how his son admires him, watches his every move, and imitates what he sees. It goes something like this…

Drivin’ through town just my boy and me…With a Happy Meal in his booster seat…Knowin’ that he couldn’t have the toy ‘til his nuggets were gone…A green traffic light turned straight to red…I hit my brakes and mumbled under my breath…His fries went a flyin’, and his orange drink covered his lap…Well, then my four year old said a four letter word…It started with “S” and I was concerned…So I said, “Son, now where’d you learn to talk like that?

He said, “I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool?…I’m your buckaroo, I wanna be like you…And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are…We got cowboy boots and camo pants…Yeah, we’re just alike, hey, ain’t we dad?…I want to do everything you do…So I’ve been watching you.”

We got back home and I went to the barn…I bowed my head and I prayed real hard
Said, “Lord, please help me help my stupid self.”…Just this side of bedtime later that night…Turnin’ on my son’s Scooby-Doo nightlight…He crawled out of bed and he got down on his knees…He closed his little eyes, folded his little hands…Spoke to God like he was talkin’ to a friend…And I said, “Son, now where’d you learn to pray like that?

He said, “I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool?…I’m your buckaroo, I want to be like you…And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are…We like fixin’ things and holding momma’s hand…Yeah, we’re just alike, hey, ain’t we dad?…I want to do everything you do; so I’ve been watching you

With tears in my eyes I wrapped him in a hug…Said, “My little bear is growin’ up.”
And he said, “But when I’m big I’ll still know what to do
.”

Cause I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool?…I’m your buckaroo, I want to be like you…And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are…By then I’ll be strong as superman…We’ll be just alike, hey, won’t we dad?…When I can do everything you do.
‘cause I’ve been watchin’ you
.”

I can relate to this song in two different ways. The first is that I can remember the days when my dad was my biggest hero. I wanted to be exactly like him. I would watch him. I would do the things he did. I would try to be him. This is why I am a drummer today. My dad is a drummer and was my biggest role model growing up. He inspired me to work hard at things and to never give up. So when I hear this song, I think about my dad and what it was like being a little boy (yes, I was little at one point in my life) watching his father and wanting to be like him.

The second way I can relate to this song, however is in a much more spiritual sense. Every time I hear this song, it makes me think of youth ministry. You see, I have been blessed with the privilege of being a spiritual director for a group of middle school students. Each week I get to teach them about God’s Word; I get to hang out with them; I get to build relationships with them; and I get to be their friend. While I am doing all of these things, I realize that they are watching me, just as the little boy watches his dad in the song. They are looking to me to be an example of how a Christian should act. Knowing this, it makes me even more thankful for the fact that God called me into youth ministry. I can not only make a difference in these kids lives with my lessons and spiritual guidance, but I can make a difference in their lives by the way I live mine. And that brings me great joy.

So in closing, I would just like to encourage you to stop and think about the music you listen to. Maybe there is a deeper meaning that can be taken from it…

– paulg


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