Empowered Souls met yesterday. We’re on Lesson 3 in Breezes of Confirmation, where Musonda tells her cousin Rose that she’d like to be a nurse someday so that she could help people. What a great conversation starter! We talked about what everyone in the group thought they might want to do for a career when they grew up, and most importantly, why.

Most had dream careers based on their natural inclinations and talents, ranging from chemist to journalist to taking over her father’s real estate business. And I loved seeing how they didn’t feel pressured to have goals that were similar to each other, or based exclusively on money or prestige.

After that, we played a game. Everybody wrote down a different job on a piece of paper. Then everybody took turns drawing one, and explaining how someone in that position could be of service to others … in under 10 seconds. They did a great job with it, but I noticed an interesting trend.

This particular group of 11-12 year old girls, many of whom are involved in community service through their schools, tend to see “service” as a separate, stand-alone activity. For example, they recognized immediately that a singer could hold a benefit concert to raise money for charity, or visit people in the hospital and sing for them, but they didn’t mention the fact that singing could simply make people who heard them happier on an everyday basis. There’s definitely an event-oriented, rather than process-oriented culture surrounding them. This is the sort of thing it’ll be good to keep in mind as we continue forward in study and service as a group.

After that, we played charades with the occupations (watching people trying to mime “meteorologist” and “chiropractor” is pretty hilarious!), and then went outside to run around. We ended up inventing a meandering game with a soccer ball and a volleyball called volleyboccer, which inspired me to teach the girls about Calvinball. Yes, I played Calvinball with my junior youth group. Such a proud moment!

This group is such a great mix of deep and silly. Sometimes they seem very adult, and at other times they’re very, well, twelve. I can’t wait to see how they grow over the next three years.

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