A union jack onesie. Rain. Two hundred sausages. Drizzle. Bakewell puddings. Damp.
I have had the pleasure this weekend of serving as a cook on the church youth group weekend away to the rainy/damp/drizzly Peak District. Along with a couple of buddies I had to cook for 15 or so teenagers, as they spent time studying Romans 12/having lots of crazy fun.
Aside from the fact that I don’t think I’ve worn so many layers inside in my life (it got so bad I invested in a charity shop onesie), it was a brilliant weekend. I’m not sure why but I often find teenagers rather intimidating and came to the startling realisation this weekend that they are, in fact, people. Funny, slightly younger, sometimes stubborn, often lovely, people.
Not sure where this realisation will take me. But I am just thankful for the chance to serve them and their lovely leaders too. And I pray that I would be able to serve them again, God willing.
“We have different gifts,according to the grace given to each of us. If your gift is prophesying, then prophesy in accordance with your faith; if it is serving, then serve; if it is teaching, then teach; if it is to encourage, then give encouragement; if it is giving, then give generously; if it is to lead, do it diligently; if it is to show mercy, do it cheerfully.” Romans 12: 6-8
Also, I was given the chance to stand for two hours in Bakewell while dressed as Robin Hood, so that’s a new experience I can treasure.