bombthreat.jpgGood times today.

Heather left early this morning to take our older son on his first Kindegarten field trip, so I brought our younger son in to Wee Ones (think: Mother's Day Out…) at 9am. I figured I'd drop him off, run to the office and catch up on some phone calls, emails, and event promo material, and then slip out at 10:15 to take some pics of him at his little 'carnival' on campus.

But at 10:00 my phone went nuts. Like it had digital turrets. Megan. Corey. Laci. Tori. Eric. Susan. James. Big Joe the Aztec. Assorted parents. Text messages and a dozen different ringtones and beeps.

Evidently, a block away at Pflugerville High School (where they've been filming Friday Night Lights) the administration was emptying out the school because of a bomb threat. So the entire west side of campus flooded into our parking lots. As a guy who loves hanging out with teenagers, it was awesome.

Not because of the bomb threat. But because I got to spend time with students who'd otherwise never come to our youth center. Some who've had horrible experiences with 'Christians'. Some who are pretty convinced that church/God/Christianity is a complete waste of time. Or at least the church/God/Christianity that they've encountered… Yet they all were sent here in the name of shelter. Safety. Sanctuary.

How often does a public school send several hundred students to your church to waste time in the middle of a school day? Not often enough. Evidently, the threat was a false alarm…and the students loved missing their chem test. 

So we sat on the back of tailgates and just hung out. Talked about the day. The dating scene. Introduced each other to new friends. Talked about the recent Stones concert in Austin and about how Jagger has more energy than an 8th grade cheerleader and how Keith Richards looks more and more like the Grim Reaper every day. 

All of them (not just the ones that are involved in our ministry) were great to hang out with. They are full of love and life and energy. I just wish I'd ordered enough Starbucks for the whole class…