I know yours won't be as exhausting. Ordinarily, I wouldn't make such a brash statement because my eighty-something parents usually have more exciting weekends than I do.
But not this weekend. In approximately 43 minutes, my doorbell will begin to ring, firing up my dog's nervous system like a July 4th rocket, signalling that 12 middle schoolers will be dropping off their "supplies" for a weekend at my house. Twelve. 12. 6 Boys, 6 Girls. MIDDLE SCHOOL.
It's Oneighty's biggest weekend of the year, a discipleship event rather than an outreach event, called "DiscipleNow." One hundred eight students, middle and high school, are meeting at church for general sessions with a guest speaker and then dispersing into smaller groups staying in host homes over the weekend.
My role is to provide a safe place for them to meet and sleep, offer snacks, and save my dog from being mauled. Two college students active in ministry will be at each group serving as small session facilitators. I have never met our college students yet. I hope they are intimidating. But loving, of course.
Our oldest daughter, Little Napoleon, will be a college leader in another host home. I told her host mom not to worry; Daughter is an old pro at this, having been through many of these as a student herself. So between her history with DNow and her first-born tendencies, she will whip those middle schoolers into shape. Lovingly, of course.
The son and other daughter are participating as well. I have been working over time in the office for a couple of weeks preparing for this. You cannot imagine the details that have to be taken care of to pull something like this off.
So here we go, another DiscipleNow is under way! Woooo! Fire up! Hyper boys! Stinky feet! Sensitive girls! Nervous dog! Soda spills! Bring it on!
The first bell just rang--not kidding--dog is successfully launched--let the games begin--here we go!!!