Party All Night Long!
The senior prom had just ended, and my friends and I were standing in the school parking lot. Jennifer, one of the most popular girls at school, stood close by. It wasn't long before the insults began.
"You three girls are like that monkey carving on the math teacher's desk," she said. "What does it say? Oh yes, 'See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.' You Christians have no fun."
But Jennifer and her friends suddenly stopped laughing when a stretch limousine pulled up right beside us. As they stared at the limo, a cute guy in a chauffeur's uniform got out of the driver's side and said to us, "Ladies, your carriage awaits." He then opened the door for me and my friends Becki and Tess. As we climbed inside, we were greeted by the beaming smile of our youth leader, Sue, who was lounging in the back seat.
"Sorry I'm late," said Sue, handing us each a bowl of fresh strawberries and a glass of sparkling grape juice. "I just had to organize the movie theater for our 3 a.m. private screening."
We drove away from the crowd of people, who were anticipating an after-prom night of beer drinking and wild partying. While their best hopes for the evening included not getting puked on by a guy named Larry, I knew we were about to begin one of the most memorable nights of our lives.
"Who Says God's Boring?"
It all started when we were at Becki's place trying to decide whether or not we even wanted to go to the prom. We knew that every year there was an after-prom party that everyone went to. Rumor had it this year's party was going to be so big you had to buy tickets! We didn't want to have anything to do with it because we knew how those parties always ended up: lots of really drunk people doing stupid stuff. As Christians, we knew we shouldn't go.
But we also knew this was the social event of the year, and we would be labeled geeks forever if we didn't go. Our options looked pretty grim: go to the party, or go straight home after the prom and sit in our rooms, watching the paint dry.
That was, until Sue had a brainstorm.
"Who told you God was boring?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" Tess asked.
"Well, I don't remember any Bible characters who sat around, collecting dust or being bored just because they decided to follow God," Sue said with a gleam in her eye. "Typically that's when things got really wild for them. As Christians we are not called to be the frozen chosen, but to be radical disciples of Christ."
"So how does that apply to our social problem?" I asked.
"Simple," Sue said. "It means we need to get creative about how we spend the evening after the prom."
So we started tossing out ideas. Some of them were too way out—like riding an elephant at the zoo at midnight. Some were too expensive—like getting picked up from the prom by a helicopter (we settled for the limousine instead). After hours of planning and organizing, which turned out almost as fun as prom night itself, we ended up with one of the most memorable nights ever.
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