I’ve been the subject of great sport this week, but I’m still hanging on. No, I haven’t been playing sports, but I found out what it’s like to be played. By God, that is.
I always figured God had a sense of humor, but I never gave much thought as to what he did for fun. Well, when I was young child, I knew God loved bowling – the frequent thunderstorms were God making strikes, I had been told. I found out this week that His tastes in entertainment have changed. In fact, if I weren’t so tired, I’d be laughing right now.
A couple weeks ago, I wrote about the “hard press” to get volunteers to lead a Cub Scout den. On Wednesday, we had the Cub Scout Den meeting for this new, leaderless den (led by the dynamic duo of Trainer and Pack Coordinator). Prior to the meeting, I had decided to volunteer, IF no one else took on the responsibility. I prayed about it and came to the conclusion that any emotional damage I inadvertently do to these ten-year-olds can be fixed with a few years of good therapy 🙂
Still, I was relieved when another mom began asking questions about the leader’s responsibilities. I heaved a silent sigh of relief because I could still spend selfish hours making up stuff, er, I mean, writing stories and keeping up with my blog posts and reading. I felt bad for this mom because once she nibbled on the high-pressure bait, they reeled her in fast.
Within thirty seconds, the two Scout volunteers handed her a scarf slide and began rattling off a bunch of stuff that needed to get done. Poor woman never stood a chance. She looked a bit overwhelmed and I didn’t want her to bolt, like a frightened fawn would dart into the woods. I told her I could co-lead with her so it wasn’t all on her. I hoped this was enough to ease the burden enough for her to stay.
In retrospect, this could be where I went wrong. Or rather, this is where God decided to have a little fun.
The next day, I received an email from her asking me to lead because she couldn’t work many of the activities around her job. She offered to be the co-leader. I had to have read it wrong; she wasn’t backing out. I scanned the email again; yes, she was.
My heart fell: Buyer’s remorse, I thought. You know, like that feeling you have when you wake up the next day and wonder why in the world you bought that Christmas sweater that looked just like your great-grandmother’s afghan?
Oh. You’ve never done that? Well, uh, me neither. Nope, I’ve never bought an ugly stitch of clothing in my life. I was only kidding. Ha.
I’ve learned two things this week:
1) My poor son doesn’t have enough sense to know that he should be worried, not happy, that I am leading the den; and
2) I’m not good sport; God really should get a Wii instead.
What about you – do you ever feel like life changes just to keep you on your toes?