Hi, glad you could make it, Josh here! A little bit of background info on me: for those who might just know Molly, for those who might not know either of us, and of course for those who just might want to know- I'm a youth pastor and have been for a little over three years now. So most of you are thinking "oh you throw dodge balls at kids for a living" which is partly true (I really do enjoy the whole dodge ball bit). However, there is so much more to my job my ministry than that. Hopefully you stick around a while and hear a funny story or two. Let's start off with a favorite of mine.
For those of you who have been to Falls Creek, more precisely for those who have gone as a leader or youth pastor, know that whatever can go wrong most likely will go wrong. It's not a matter of if said student does this or that but when. Oh my, how wrong things were about to go for me. Let me set the scene for you. We had just recently returned from the surface of the sun Falls Creek volleyball courts covered in sand and sweat. I made a beeline for the showers, as any sane person would do, to wash away the hot afternoon. Teenage boys, not being the sanest of individuals, saw no need for a shower. Just a quick change of clothes and they could be on their way. As I stood in the shower, the splashing water drowning out the noise of rambunctious youth, and enjoying the few precious moments of solitude that Falls Creek provides. BAM! THUD!OOOWWWW!! Please no... I think to myself. Afraid of what I will see, I peek my head past the cheap plastic curtain separating me from this disaster. My eyes took a second to focus and see a student lying on the floor, bloody gash in his side, and a broken toilet erupting water and other things that come in a toilet. Searching for words to form the infinite amount of questions now swirling through my head all I can do is just discreetly tuck my head back behind the shower curtain. I allowed a few more moments of solitude to pass before working up the initiative to tackle this predicament. I carefully tiptoed out of the bathroom now flooding with toilet water, the student responsible for the calamity had managed to pick himself up out of the mess and bring himself to dry ground. By this time the whole boys side of the cabin was absolutely delighted with the situation like a group of hyenas screaming with laughter and excitement. The toilet finally stopping its Old Faithful-esque eruption. I threw on some clothes, while still dripping wet, to attend to the bleeding toilet destroyer. He came up with a great story of course to perfectly explain why the toilet was smashed to pieces and spewing water, ready for it? "I slipped," he softly said avoiding my death stare. Perhaps I was still in shock at the situation but I didn't even bother to ask how slipping could cause such a catastrophe. I merely handed him a mop and said "Get to work." But wait! The best part is the Boy's side bathroom is located conveniently right over the cook quarter's. So while the bathroom was flooding above, the room below was experiencing rain you would definitely want an umbrella for. After a couple hours of cleaning and drying, things had returned to their normal state of mildly disgusting Falls Creek charm. Oh the many trials of a youth pastor.