Damn Kids...

I don't like children. Just ask my children.

Several years ago the decision was made to include teens in with our Monday night RCIA group. (The Catholic conversion process.) To say I was strongly opposed to this is a huge understatement. I didn't think this was the appropriate venue for the teen process, nor did I want to have any responsibility in working with them. Needless to say, the teens were included, but as a concession, I was promised that I would not have to work with them. Win-Win.

Tonight, all that changed.

We decided (last week) to mix it up a bit and switch around the group leaders. I agreed to give it a shot, thinking it was a sacrificial act on my part for the good of the process. I couldn't have been more wrong. I was the one filled with joy and blessings. Nothing sacrificial at all... just grace... amazing grace.

When the teens were called to my group (never before happened) all of their heads turned in unison towards my direction. It was all I could do not to giggle out loud. They were in shock. I have to wonder if they thought they were being punished. I should have asked them.

Instead I played it cool, acting as though it was just an ordinary day and they responded very well. They were open, they were honest and all of them participated on a very mature level. These are bright kids. Mature kids... who have learned a thing or two in this process and understand things about life and faith that some adults will never grasp. I had underestimated their faith... and their knowledge and most of all, their desire.

I learned a thing or two about a thing or two. Who knew?!

Damn kids.