The first time I got up to speak about Jesus in front of a group of impressionable minds is one of the worst memories I have.
At 20 years old, I was hired as a youth pastor at a traditional church. No one introduced me, no one told the kids I was showing up that day. I was the only
adult person over 12 years of age in the youth group trailer.
I had my traditional church khakis and button-up shirt on. I may have even had a tie on, which complemented the slowly spreading nervous sweat stains plaguing my underarms. But that’s not the reason my first lesson as a youth pastor is a terrible memory that shapes how I teach still today. Continue reading