When I moved to Minnesota, I was astonished by the sacrosanct nature of the
Graduation Open House. The rules:
1. Every student must
have one (or share one with a friend or two).
2. Everyone -- not just family -- must be invited.
3. Vast quantities of
food must be offered.
4.. All parties must
happen on the same weekend.
Needless to say, this makes for a lot of stops in one
weekend, if you're pastor of a congregation with more than a couple high school
students.
This year even more than most, I have connections with more
high school students than someone my age would normally have. I've been to Boston and China with
these graduates. Many of them have baby-sat my kids. I've confirmed them and
watched their various abilities grow and griped at them for wearing flip-flops in inappropriate places.
If I weren't a pastor, I don't imagine I'd be spending much
of this weekend going to parties. We know only one couple our age who --
because they married right out of college -- have kids that age. I suppose, without
the church, we would have found
babysitters somehow. But without this community, my daily life would not bring me into
relationship much with 18 year olds. What a gift that it does!