All,
Each year we have a RR/Missionette Bake-off on the Sunday night service where
we honor Children's workers, with bragging rights going to the group with the
most entries. Categories are taste and appearance.
We've just gotten a new Missionette Co-ordinator and she had been really
"dogging" me about how fired up her girls were and how she had more girls than
I had boys and this year would make three straight years that they had made us
eat their dust.
So, Commander Rothwell, in a fit of pride (hormonal?), offered to sweeten the
pie (no pun intended).
This year the winning group's leader would get to "pie the face" of the other
leader.
The event was scheduled for Valentine's Day. This "lady" starts her infernal
campaign for victory by going around one Wednesday night and telling my
Commanders that there was a calendar conflict and the date had been changed to
February 30!
That's not so bad except that my S/A leader freaked out because he thought he
had duty that night, and my Pioneer Lt. Cdr. (a doctor) pulled out his
appointment book to see if he was clear on that day.
I pointed out to them that, according to the Julian Calendar, which has been
in use for some time, to say the least, THERE IS NO FEBRUARY 30!!!
Oh.
Though my sense of honor was outraged, I determined to keep the "high ground."
Accordingly, I called an all-outpost assembly for the next Wednesday night
and, using my best imitation of George C. Scott imitating Gen. Patton, to win
one for the Skipper (me). But I was concerned at the grins on their faces at
the prospect of said skipper "getting pied."
"You boys wouldn't go into the tank and lose to the M's just to see me pied,
would you?
"Would you?
"Uh, guys, why are you smiling like that?"
I could see that a pre-emptive strike was necessary.
Do you guys want to be beaten again by
........girls!!!???..........or.......worse.....your own
SISTER???!!!!.........
Ah, that got a response, so I pressed in.
"If we win, I will also take a pie from any Trailblazer/ Challenger, but we
must win!!"
I could see the older boys now taking their rightful roles of Outpost leaders.
The appointed night came, the Rangers won by two entries. Our Missionette
sponsor was crestfallen, her Buckaroo leader husband was quite amused.
Sr. Commander Rothwell marched to the front of the Sanctuary, feeling quite
pleased with himself, and solemnly announced the results. Ranger leaders
cheered, Missionette leaders were aghast.
Some "more mature" Christians had been "troubled" that we would set such a bad
example to impressionable children of striking another believer with a pie.
Commander Rothwell, in the true spirit of Southern gentility, graciously
announced that HE would stand in Miss Lori's place and take the pie as an
example of Christ.
Then the Lord rightfully humbled said Sr. Commander by allowing the adults to
get the idea of auctioning the privilege of thrower to the highest bidder with
proceeds going to the Building Fund.
I was further humbled when the winner was my Straight Arrow Commander.
Oh well, it did put $350 in the Building Fund.
Anyway, this is a good idea, and leaders get the "task" of tasting the goodies
for the purpose of awarding ribbons.
Further details on rules and guidelines available on request.
PS: Make sure you breathe before a pie is thrown. if you don't it tends to
plug the nostrils.
In His Service for the boys,
Gary Rothwell
Sr. Cdr.
Outpost 59, Potomac District
Warwick Assembly of God
Newport News, VA
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