When I was growing up, my mother was the youth director of our church. In elementary school, there are pressures about being cool. I was an active church member (and yes, a choir boy in the literal sense).
My mother expected her children to be the model young person, which involved participating in church required activities. For me, that meant participating in morning worship where the youth were required to lead devotion periodically. A call for volunteers would go out to the youth. Of course, most of my peers felt comfortable rejecting those requests to participate. Continue reading