Floor-to-ceiling murals cover the three walls of the elementary school cafeteria where our small church gathers each Sunday morning. As a now established, self-running church plant, we’re still growing. Our metal folding chairs, about 100 of them, face toward the stage, and you never know what you’ll get up there – most recently there were fluorescent stars, remnants of the fifth grade party. To say the aesthetics are lacking is an understatement. At the same time, the informal setting is a welcome invitation to the congregation’s posse of pre-school girls, who have a proclivity for twirling in the aisle during the singing. The five-and-under crowd tends to run the place – and run all over the place.
It’s a different story for our teenagers, of which there are seven. That is seven teenagers spread between six grade levels; seven teenagers involved in equally as many diverse activities. Three of these seven are my own kids. The other four represent just two other families. So, while I would love to have a formalized church youth group, it’s not something we’ve been able to do yet.
Because of this reality, what I often hear from friends is they would come to our church, BUT… (Follow me over to Rooted Ministry to continue by clicking: HERE.)
