Not sure where you're at in your ministry rhythm, but it's January on the calendar, and for many of us that means some type of winter fare; skiing, tobogganing, ice skating, tubing, winter retreats, etc.
Along with that come some of the most vivid memories to my days in youth ministry. So I'm sitting in a Starbucks yesterday talking with a youth pastor, and we began to reminisce about incidents we encountered while on one of these winter trips with our youth groups. I realize stories like these aren't limited to the month of January, but also thought maybe you needed something to laugh about, something to remind you of the reason we all are in youth ministry, to watch our students hurt themselves. In every case we shared, we agreed and knew that it "hurt", but it was "funny". Thanks Brittany.
In that vein, here are a couple of my stories.
On this particular evening, we were skiing on a hill in Michigan called Bittersweet, and that is what this particular night entailed. I remember skiing down one of the runs, to see several students from our group looking down in a ravine, which is never a good thing. I asked them what was going on, and they proceeded to tell me that Sarah was down there. Apparently what had happened is she was "cut off" by another skier, and was sent flying off the run, into the ravine, where she came to a stop under a fallen tree. The reason cut off is in quotation marks is because you've never seen Sarah ski. Well, after I quit laughing, listening to her languish about her knee being bent in ways it shouldn't, we got some help to get her out. Her knee was okay, her ego wasn't.