Sunday, March 19, 2017
T H E C H U R C H S E R V I C E
Before worship, Imani told me that Ian has now been asking his mom for weeks about when the next Cross-Current is. He likes it because we’re relational, much more than-
“Merge?” I volunteered, remembering my days at Fellowship Greenville.
“Yes,” she replied. “His youth-group thing.”
“So he’s coming tonight?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Imani confirmed.
After passing out the assigned bread, Imani and I headed back to our seats. Abi was volunteering in Grace Kids, so we were alone. “I’m going to make this awkward,” Imani warned. “Why does Noah not hang-out with you guys?”
“He does.” I finally said before failing to explain how Noah often goes on “let’s go socialize with various people” streaks (which I wish I would get; I am terrible at greeting visitors). “That’s not awkward,” I assured Imani. It was an honest question.
I believe Truth Seeker’s, the 12 to 14-year-old class, was the reason Isaac approached the little room off of the lobby where my family stores any leftover bread until after the service. “Hi!” I greeted, and he stopped in the doorway to converse. “How was Washington D.C?” I asked.
“It was great!” He replied before turning to answer someone else’s question.
I looked away seconds too late to realize the fate of the lidless bin of bread I had been removing from a stack of chairs. It fell and tipped, spilling bagged loaves onto the floor. I dropped to my knees and began fixing my mistake. Isaac did the same. 😅 😅
“That’s cool that you guys were there when it snowed,” I said, continuing our conversation as I stood up. “When we were there it was hot.”
A D A Y W I T H A B I
After dropping off pastries at Snappy (where we got a car wash), delivering bread to Jackie at Costco (where we got gas), and eating lunch, Abi and I were finally free. I wanted to go on an adventure, but we began our afternoon by working on our bullet journal. By the time we had to leave, drinking tea, singing, and taking random quizzes were the only activities we were able to add to our list of afternoon accomplishments.
C R O S S C U R R E N T
Youth Band practice was great. Imani and Hunter joined me on stage, and we got our own microphones. To test them, Mrs. Ballard had each of us sing a chorus and, let me just say, Imani can sing. Oh my word, her voice is beyond description. 😍
Mrs. Haskell, Ian, and their friend Devan arrived toward the end of practice. I waved to them from my place on stage, and Mrs. Haskell’s jaw hit the floor.
“You’ve gotten so…tall!” She told me a few minutes later. “I was trying not to say ‘big’ because that can come off a little wrong.” 😂 😂
I talked to her for several more minutes instead of joining the large group of youth who were conversing a few feet away.
Mrs. Haskell told me that, because of the expansion, Fellowship Greenville has grown to the point that it is too big for her and her family’s liking.
“You could come here!” I humorously volunteered. “It’s smaller, and your family is here, and you’d get free Panera every morning!”
She agreed with my points, but also mentioned that a few things are holding them back. Mrs. Haskell told me that they’re praying. I do hope that it is God’s will that they come here. It’d be nice to welcome new additions to our youth-group of 15 people. 😂
Worship was excellent, the message was swell, but game time was disgusting. We played Bean Boozled, an activity that forces you to consume Jelly Beans of every imaginable flavor. Earwax. Grass clippings. Everything. Yeah, it was gross. I got stinky socks and dead fish. 😖 😂 During snack time Abi and Ian continued to play Bean Boozled but added in a Rock, Paper, Scissors element. No one else wished to join them. 😂 😂
“Can I have a cinnamon roll?” Ian asked my mom during clean up and right before she began to pack up the leftover Panera sweets we had brought.
Of course, she said yes, but Ian continued eating the snacks he had already obtained, so I grabbed a napkin, wrapped up a cinnamon roll, and placed it on Ian’s plate.
“Oh, thanks,” he said. “You’re awesome.”
The next two group conversations were related to Kai and then Japan. “Speaking of Japan,” I began. “How is Kai settling in?” I asked.
“Good,” Ian replied before explaining how Kai is taking a gap year, but it’s more like the 12th and a half grade because he’s going to school.
“I wish they would make this a weekly thing,” Ian told me, referring to Cross-Current. He went on to say that he likes how it is small, therefore making my youth-group very relational. I could perceive that he really enjoys our church.
I told Abi about this later (when we were doing dishes in the church kitchen), and she expressed enthusiasm for how we are attracting people from Fellowship Greenville. 😎 😂
“Oh, look, you guys are matching!” Mr. Rawlings exclaimed, referring to Noah and me. Our two families were now the only ones in the building. “Can we take a picture?” He asked, pulling out his phone.
“Haydn’s matching, too!” I exclaimed.
Like Abi has mentioned multiple times before, it’s almost as if we have a Cross-Current uniform. 😂 😂