The random blathering of a nut in the deep end

God has to have a sense of humor it's the only way you can explain how he uses a momentary laps in judgment to get you where he wants you. Let me explain:

When I first came back to live with my parents for the year I learned that our church was haven's a big push to do the "40 Days of propose". My younger sister was helping our new youth pastor Steve to co-ordinate the college age small group. I wasn't home for more than a few hours before she extracts a promise from me to at least attend the first meeting. Two month's pass and I find my self working the night shift at a gas station, 11pm to 7am, when my sister in forms me that the first meeting will occur the next Sunday. Yes that's right it is planned for right after evening service and I have to work that night! Grumbling because that means that all my free time for the day is now shot, I agree that I'll be there. All begins well but Steve is caught some what unprepared by the size of the turn out so at the end of the meeting he declares his intention of forming us into two small groups that will split off after the initial time together. Fine with me, why should I care, oh he's asking who has done this before well I have, oh and one other person. Wait a minuet why id he ask that? Oh crap now he wants a volunteer to facilitate the other group! Shoot the other person doesn't want to... Fine I guess I'll volunteer. "I can do it." Well the next week we meet and there is even more people. Now it's decided we'll meet in three groups. Oh well it won't be that bad. Steve names out the members of each group, I don't really pay attention because I'll meet them once we get to our area. My sister hands me a piece of paper with the list of names. I glance over them, then look again. What the heck! I have seven girls in my group and one guy who is not present and may or may not actually ever show up; they told me it would be split guys and girls! Vague thoughts of strangling my sister pass through my head but are quickly over ruled by the need to rethink how to present the material. So seven girls and one stupid twit head to their assigned location as the twit struggles to come up with some ideas. Which he does: A cabin contract! Huh!?! Stupid idea what else do I have..... Um.... Oh stink, I'm in so much trouble!

Needles to say our group went longer and better then any of the others and everyone is happy to make our own version of a cabin contract next week. While on the otherhand if I ever cut it that close getting to work again I think I'll have a heart attack, The lesson: You can't look before you leap when God pushes you of the edge.