Well, as I wrapped up my story. One of the eighth graders shot his hand into the air. I thought he was going to ask a question. He had something else planned. "Yes," I said acknowledging his raised hand. "Well, this last week I peed my pants," he said. I told him I had heard about that, and tried to save him from divulging further detail. He didn't stop. "I had to go real bad and I got 'it' stuck in my zipper. I couldn't get it out and so I started to flip it around and I ended up peeing all over my pants." No shame. I was laughing hard at this point. The other teachers rushed out of chapel crying laughter. I couldn't leave because I was in charge. "Okay," I said calmly after I'd taken a deep breath, " yeah, I'd heard that." I was trying to move into my talk, but he continued. "I got it cut on my zipper," just like this has happened to every man, which is a false assumption. His friend replied, "And he had to get a band aid." Simple pandaemonium. Boys and girls rolling on the floor with laughter. If I'd wanted an icebreaker I'm pretty sure a glacier had just broken free.
I gave the students about a minute to laugh it out then told them to regroup. This worked rather well. Then I smoothly moved into my talk about how to be a lover in a dangerous time. We've been sharing how to fit our lives stories into God's greater story, even our poop and pee stories. I think that the rest of my talk went well, but I don't think anything will top the self admitted peeing of the pants. The kids at this school are amazing. That is all I have to say. If you want to know more about my own poop story or about what I talked about during chapel let me know and I'll see what I can do.
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I'm doubling my prayers for you. And not only do I remember the story, I remember the very day. Let me know how those stories fit into God's story.
When I was a little kid, I got my ding-a-ling caught in the zipper of my onesie jammies. Still have the scar to prove it.
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