Spontaneous Scholar: daquell

The words of wisdom for tonight:

As you crawl through the tunnel of life, don’t forget to stop and eat the cheesecake along the way.

This evening I visited Alcatraz with a few dozen convicts. We were placed in holding cells, men in one, women in the other. After about fifteen minutes, after having our mug-shots taken, the wardens ushered us into a dark room and shut the door. Immediately, the other guys and I started our escape. Soon, we were flat on our faces, inching down a narrow tunnel. After a few acrobatics and narrow escapes from the guards, we made it to safety and I am here to write this blog.

The Escape from Alcatraz has got to be the greatest youth activity my second youth-group has ever done. The warden, our new youth pastor, made up a long tunnel maze out of cardboard. It was full of dead-ends, sliding walls, 180 degree contortionist-turns, and only one exit. Oh, and on top of that, the lights were off so you couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. Most of the tunnel was so low, you had to lay absolutely flat and inch along, hoping that someone wasn’t coming the other way. At the end, some sneaky lady poked her head in and took my picture… that’s one image that will never be shown on this blog, I assure you that!

In our jungle today, the lion went to sleep. Or, more accurately, our riding lawn-mower broke down. The afternoon was a blast: push-mowing more than half of an acre; little cloud cover; 95+ degree temperature… believe me, you should have been there.

Of course, now I get to reap the benefits of a job well-done by resting for a while.