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This is terrible. But, I’m going get on my soapbox regarding middle-schoolers.

Pretty sure this breaks some type of blogging rule made up by people who are all about having a “platform”, “life plan”, and “international leadership.” (I really do not understand the international leadership part…I digress)

One step forward, twenty-three steps back.

So the soapbox bit. And I promise there will be a life application wrap up (although at this point I have no idea what that will look like either, because I’m just set on getting on my soapbox).

Wednesday, 8:47pm. I sat in my car, face in hands, thinking I’d burst into tears of frustration. Because everything isn’t perfect.

Everything isn’t perfect at youth group. And truth be told, “perfect” and “youth group” do not belong in the same sentence. That’s my beef. I found myself wanting to butt-heads with a newer leader who apparently did (think that “perfect” and “youth group” belong together).

I’m six solid years into working with middle-schoolers. Personally awarded myself with a Purple Heart. At the beginning I took the whole thing super-seriously…in an insane way. I had rules, a binder, checklists, lions-tiger-and bears (oh my).

Six years later, I still take my work seriously, but I’ve learned so much about what works and doesn’t. Especially when it comes to control.

Despite experience, training, books, and hand-to-hand (or heart-to-heart) combat, sometimes you simply can’t control middle-schoolers. Like quicksand, the more you struggle the deeper you sink into be choked to death. On a side note you CAN attempt to control them, if you’re in an authoritative position: teacher, parent, truancy officer…

But that’s not the role of a youth-worker. At least not in my book. And maybe my youth pastor will tell me I’m wrong—but from my shoes it’s all about earning respect and trust. Not demanding it.

So Wednesday night. I’m sitting with some of my seventh-grade girls. They are mostly unchurched. Wednesday night and the occasional text exchange with me are about as often as Jesus enters their life. Sure they try to pray, read, but mostly they are sponges right now lacking seriousness. And when one of them brings a friend who also doesn’t come to church, I count that as a step in the right direction.

Last night one of my girls brought a new friend. {insert the sound of a choir of angels with a little dubstep background}

New kids don’t know what to do at youth group. They talk during the worship music, they text during the mini-sermon. But they are there. And in the beginning that’s all that matters.

So the new girl is rambunctious. Being giddy with a boy next to her that she knew. It really wasn’t bad…because trust me I’VE SEEN BAD. But apparently the newer leader doesn’t know “bad” because she’d decided this girl and boy were “bad”.  I was 5 seats away… They. Were. Not. Bad.

In a string of events I watched the new leader instigate the help of another new leader. One of them sat in-between the new girl and her friend. And they were doing nothing wrong. I tried to stop the leaders. I explained that the girls were sitting together. But I was met with her righteously quippish response, “oh that little girl and boy are being rude and disrespectful.”

When I tried to interject, she repeated the same line to me. I did EVERYTHING in my power to not say, “I’m sorry but middle schoolers ARE rude and disrespectful and you will not separate them.”

Instead I bit my tongue and watched the next 50-minutes of discomfort of a new girl feeling scolded, humiliated, and uncomfortable as she was separated from her friend. Again, her and her friend did nothing wrong—if anything was wrong it was the interaction between the new girl and boy. Who still sat together.

Power—authority—misused. And that’s what had me in my car after youth group with my face in my hands. Fighting off tears.

Youth group missed the mark of perfect, not because of kids who WILL be imperfect, but because some parents come and lead while their kids are in youth group. They wrongly determine that their parental authoritative position can be placed upon any kid at youth group.

Wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.

That girl was damaged Wednesday night. I hope she comes back. Kids are more tender than they act. Leaders are there to walk along side, to earn the right to hear the untold story, to show love and be kind.

And really, we’re all more tender than we act. And we could all stand to be more kind.

Plato said it best, “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”

I’ve seen new managers demand respect and offend employees. I see customer service staff make customers feel like idiots. I see spouses lack grace, because they fail to see the tender heart in their partner—the insecure person—the one who is fighting a hard battle they don’t talk about.

Kindness. Being Nice. Trying to understand and see things from “their” shoes. It matters.

Don’t be damage. Be the cure.

It always matters.

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