I remember a time ohnotsolongago when our youth group caught heck because we wanted to host a fundraiser for a choir trip. It wasn’t complicated. We planned to host a hot-dog feed on Wednesday night. Everybody was at church on Wednesdays anyway. We figured instead of asking folks for more money, we’d give them something in exchange — a slaw dog.
Such a conipiton fit you’ve never seen the likes of erupted.
It would be akin to bringing money changers into the church, the staunch regime complained.
At the time, I thought it was absurd, the way those old folks were carrying on.
My gosh. Alls we wanted to do was raise money so we could go on a road trip singing about Jesus to the tune of the House of the Rising Sun.
Now, I wonder.
Stories like this one make me wonder where we went wrong.