Drug problem? Some thoughts for a family "youth ministry".
Yesterday, someone at the lawn and garden store read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
It just so happened that I had saved something that had been sent to
me a few weeks ago. So, I printed off a copy and took it to him the next
day. I smiled when I handed it to him and said, "I did have a drug problem
when I was a kid "
Here's what the sheet said:
I had a drug problem when I was young.
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter
what I'd rather be doing.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults and teachers.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds, mow the lawn, pick up my clothes and keep myself clean.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are as strong as cocaine, crack, or heroin, and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, the world might be a better place today.
Yesterday, someone at the lawn and garden store read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farm house in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
It just so happened that I had saved something that had been sent to
me a few weeks ago. So, I printed off a copy and took it to him the next
day. I smiled when I handed it to him and said, "I did have a drug problem
when I was a kid "
Here's what the sheet said:
I had a drug problem when I was young.
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter
what I'd rather be doing.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults and teachers.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds, mow the lawn, pick up my clothes and keep myself clean.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are as strong as cocaine, crack, or heroin, and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, the world might be a better place today.
