My friend David Burke, veteran youth pastor and church consultant, met recently with leaders of a midsized congregation to help assess their youth ministry. When lunchtime rolled around, a lanky 20-something pizza delivery guy wandered into the church’s youth room with several pizzas. When he realized where he was, he stopped short. He stood in the doorway for a moment, taking it all in: the poster-covered walls, the slouchy couches, the piano in the corner.
“You’ve been here before, haven’t you?” David ventured.
The pizza guy paused, thinking back. “Yeah. I think the last time I was here was the day I got confirmed.”