Wedgie free weekend.

70 hours + 70 high school students + 1 camp + 1 idiot chaperone = 0 wedgies. I take that back, I think there may have been at least one wedgie. There were also a few pranks, the tenth grade boys came into our cabin and duct taped a bunch of our stuff to the ceiling. I have got to admit, it was one of the better pranks I have seen in a long time. I just wish they would have taped some clean underwear to the ceiling instead of the ones they found in the corner. Not a pretty picture. And no, they were not mine. We tried to get them back by bombarding their cabin with water balloons. I was throwing them up high and busting them on the wall and water was showering down on the people below. Great idea....until, until I threw a balloon just as someone opened the front door. I could not do it again if I tried. Water everywhere, all over the inside of the cabin. So I went over there to check it out, just as I walked in I looked up and there was the associate youth pastor. I will spare you with what was said but I don't think I will be invited back to next years high school retreat. Or at the very least I am on double secret probation. Well one good thing, that lets Mr. Jimmy over at Being God's off the hook because he is always the one on secret double probation.

One memorable event was Saturday night. Let me set the stage, we were in a two story cabin. There were six of us down stairs and about 13 or 14 up stairs. We were all settling in for the night and we were whispering, now when I say were were whispering I mean the guys were two feet from me and I could barely hear them, talking about our day. One of the guys was talking about one of the guys upstairs, he was saying how he got shot during the paint ball game. Just then the guy upstairs screams, "You guys quit talking about me." We all looked at each other and said, "NO WAY!" There was no way that guy heard us. So we tried again and sure enough he came back with another comment about not talking about him. So we tried an experiment, and said something that was directed to him. Remember now we were whispering the whole time and he is upstairs around a corner and at least thirty feet from where we were. HE HEARD US! I could not believe it. But the funny thing of the whole event is we are whispering and the guy is yelling back at us but while all of this is happening, the other guys upstairs all they hear is the guy yelling. So they are getting mad at him. I guess you had to be there but it was the funniest thing I have done in a long time. Those guys wanted to kill that guy and we was just fighting with us. They thought he was going crazy.

I was think later the next day, sometimes when you think God is not listening, He hears everything we say. All you have to do is talk to Him even if is just a still small voice. Cool huh?

Anyway there are a few other things that happened this weekend but I think I will keep them to myself. Like I said, I am already in trouble.

God bless, Joe

Wedgie free weekend.