I CAN NO LONGER HEAR THE NUMBER 51 WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT ALEXANDER HAMILTON. Lin-Manuel Miranda has invaded my brain so that EVERY time I hear "51" I think of the line I used for my title. Alexander Hamilton may have been an obnoxious blow hard, but he got a ton of crap done before Aaron Burr shot him. He never said, "I'll do that tomorrow!" He was much more likely to tell his poor, long-suffering wife Eliza, "NO! I have to do this right now! Tomorrow I might be dead!" And of course, eventually he was right.
I always really admire driven people -- I look up to people who give their all to the tasks before them, and never seem tire, or flag or even get grumpy. I wish I were like that. I am fairly certain that Mother Theresa never said, "Look, I just want to watch one more episode of "Stranger Things". You kids fix yourselves something to eat." You think Michelle Obama tells herself, "You know what, I'm just gonna let that go until tomorrow. It can keep." Nope.
Sometimes I fall into a hole of laziness -- and all that early in life Bible teaching comes bubbling to the surface. I remember my French Canadian youth pastor telling us about the verse about the sluggard, who just rolls over in his bed to take another nap. I know I'm supposed to be horrified by his behavior, but sometimes I secretly thought, "Lucky."
It's true. My youth pastor was French Canadian and he properly schooled us that FRENCH Canadian was the only acceptable kind of Canadian. I often wished I'd know more French back in those early days because I am fairly certain that when he muttered under his breath in frustration at our unruliness -- he was cursing in French. I've no proof of this however. The best was when he would tell us to turn to a spot in our Bibles and we could NOT understand him -- his mispronunciation of the story of Shadrach, Meschach and Abednego STILL kills me.
He used to count us off in French, too. We would arrive at some event -- amusement park or whatnot -- and he would count us to make sure we were all there. One time my friend Laurie, who is adorable and lovely, but was once quite young said to him, "You always whisper when you count us. You should count us off out loud and then we could learn to count in French." He grinned at her -- a tell-tale sign of trouble ahead.
"I shall teach you French, then. When you want to say one, you say un. And when you want to say two, you say un, un. Now if you want to say three, you say un, un, un." He kept Laurie going until seven, at which point, she said, "Wait a minute, that can't be right."
We had a blast in youth group -- went all over the place like a pack of wolves. Amusement parks, beaches, football games, and my favorite was when we would drive to Dillon beach and play capture the flag on the sand dunes -- at night. The dividing line down the field was the headlight from our church VW van which only had one headlight. If you all stepped into the light at the same time, it looked like only one person had crossed over into enemy territory.
The Husband and I both led youth group at our church. That is how we met. He was an intern, studying to be a pastor, and I was a volunteer. The first time I saw him he was wearing this really awesome Cubs jersey. I walked right up and said, "I really like that jersey, can I have it?" He was taken aback by my obnoxious. He found my pep pretty annoying, but said he felt conflicted because I was wearing shorts.
Of course, I'm wearing the jersey right now so . . .