



Potato Gun Evangelism
Their "highs" are always about events and friends. Something they are looking
forward to, or something they just did with friends. Mini-golf in
the basement and breaking a lamp. Friends. Snowboarding and getting kicked off
the slopes for throwing a frozen rubber glove filled with water. Friends. A
three-day weekend coming up. Friends.
Their collective "lows" are always related to school. They all hate it. It gets in the way of video games. They don't like the English teacher. Math sucks. It's only Wednesday and they have two more days of torture. They got in trouble for falling asleep because they stayed up until 4 am... with their friends.
They are seventh grade boys.
Yesterday's cover article "Boys in Crisis" in Newsweek and last night's Servant Event with the six boys from our confirmation small group went hand-in-hand. After finishing three years as small group guides for our daughter and five girls, my wife and I are now doing three years with our son and six boys. They're great kids with all the fun, energy, and challenges that go along with adolescence. They keep us honest and force a fair amount of creative management skills out of us. We're committed to taking them through confirmation, and then into senior high breakfast club. This isn't a sprint. (You couldn't keep up with them). We're in it for the long haul.
At FINK we suggest you do monthly Servant Events with your small groups to put your faith into action. We're always looking for some relevant activity which we can turn into fun, learning and bonding. This month our church food shelf was in need of post-holiday restocking, so we told each of our young men to bring some money (their own money - not borrowed) and we'd go shopping.
Six boys emptied their collective pockets and antied up $53 when they appeared at our back door in the ice last night. We piled into the minivan and slip slided away to Cub Foods. A short talk in the car centered around a question: How is it that 1/6 of the kids in the richest land in the world went to bed hungry last night? How is it that 1/3 of the kids here can be living below the poverty line? Closer to home, how can a rich town like Stillwater, MN, run out of food at its food shelves? There were no profound answers at that time.
THE SERVANT EVENT
We split into pairs at the store. For the next 25 minutes each duo was charged with filling their cart with as much reasonably healthy food they could get for the price. (No Jay, Lucky Charms don't exactly qualify.) They were also charged with coming as close to spending $17.66666 as they could without going over. (Making them do math for 25 minutes without them knowing it is a particularly favorite torture of mine.)
The surprize of the night was the new kid, Sam, who showed up out of the blue. Someone invited him. After a night of servanthood in action (and a potato gun fight) Sam now wants to join our group, join the church, and be confirmed! Potato gun evangelism? That's exactly the way it's supposed to happen. Kids reaching out in a natural way to include their friends.
A car-load of kids.
A care-load of kids?
Mix in some fun, some bonding, some talk, some prayer, some adult guidance.
Soon six boys become seven - a definate FINK no-no - but we'll see how it goes. Arlyce and I are doing the group together, so we might be able to manage. If not, we have two of us, so there are options. I may be writinga "FINK Potatoe Gun Evangelism" book someday. The thesis? If six becomes seven, that's 16.66% growth a year. Not bad. And if seven forces your stock to split by design (miosis or mitosis?) and the same kind of growth occurs in two new cared-for cells , you've got a growth engine that the venture capital folks would notice.
More on that later. Back to the Newsweek article.
It's dead on. Read it and weep. Then stop your sniveling and get your boys into small groups that learn, serve, laugh, serve, pray, serve, and shoot potatoe guns. And have BOTH a male and female leading those groups while you're at it. Seriously. Each will bring something the other can't.
Read beyond the Newsweek article and you'll see that school isn't designed for boys. The time of the day isn't right. (There are still sleep drugs in their brains at 10:30 am). The
lecture-based method of teaching doesn't work with the chemistry of
their developing brains. The carrot and stick (mostly stick) doesn't
work. They've got 30 - 40 kids in a classroom - no personal care - and 35 of them are putting in their time, watching the clock. They see no relevance in what they're learning. There is relatively little engagement, little spark, and dreadfully little reason for the bulk of them to work for anything more than a marginally passing grade.
The End
So how did last night's Servant Event end? Were there any profound insights on servanthood, world hunger, or Christian activism when we returned to our house for the treat, our standard "Highs & Lows" and prayer?
I'll leave you to judge that for yourself, based on the quotations of the night:
1. My "low" was an "F" on my math test. - Anonymous Kid
Did you study? - Anonymous Judgemental Adult
No. - Anonymous Kid
Why didn't you study? - Anonymous Judgemental Adult
You can't study math! It's just a bunch of problems! - Anonymous Kid with Unanymous Group Consent
2. (While reading the Newsweek on the counter) Middle school boys may use their brains less efficiently than girls... Huh. Does that surprise me? - Tyler
3. My "high" is I get to join this group! - Sam
4. People who shoot potato guns will not shoot them in my car. - Arlyce
5. My chinchilla doesn't have internet. - Joseph
6. My "high" is a three day weekend. My "low" is school. - Nate
That's the depth of our discussion. So, what happened in confirmation last night? Did we accomplish anything?
Well, we did fill a few bags of groceries. Somebody will eat tomorrow. Servanthood.
We did have some fun together. Fellowship.
We did find out some highs and lows. Pastoral Care.
We may or may not have learned that Christ calls us to feed the hungry. Christian Education.
And now seventh grade Sam thinks he wants to be a confirmed Lutheran.
Or at least a kid from the outside wants to be along on events with some new friends and a couple old small group leaders who let him buy a potato gun.
Evangelism. Potato Gun style.
