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Sunday, August 24, 2008
#34 Lock-Ins
by guest contributor Ryan Jones
What church youth group is complete without an annual lock-in? There's nothing quite like being literally locked into the church all night with only pizza, games and ministry to keep you up the whole night through.
For me, lock ins were one of the perks of my upbringing. Pizza was definitely present, but added to my list of things keeping me up all night were copious amounts of caffeine and the excitement of the possibility of mildly inappropriate interactions (by the standards of the day) with the females.
Lock-ins are evil. During the final hours of one particular torture session, we were subjected to the "Electric Fence" game. This is where an electric fence is strung across a lowered volleyball net that you lift your lock-in buddies over. If you touch the wire, you and your buddy fall to the ground , most likely pissing your pants in the process. Jesus is love.
I'm getting tired of all these other frickin' Roberts dirtying my good name. Henceforth, no one shall post with the name Robert except me. Additionally, I reserve all variations of Robert and all combinations with various and sundry surnames for my own use.
The church I grew up in would have lock-ins with other youth groups. small town+fresh meat+lock-in= encounters your don't tell your youth pastor about....or ones that he doesn't tell ANYONE about.
oh boy, growing up episcopalian meant some awesome lock-ins. i lived in the dc area, so we had ours in the national cathedral. after the trust games, singing and worship we'd climb to the highest tower where there is a MOVIE THEATRE and watch the goonies and eat donuts all night and make out on the balcony.
I loved lockins. We had pizza, watched "safe" John Hughes Movies, sang songs, stayed up until 5 a.m., and broke into the church office and went through files that didn't belong to us. Those were the days...
oh the lockins. Not only did I go to them but I chaperoned them in my early post college years. Sardines was the best game for making out with out getting caught... or possibly capture the flag if you were both in jail and no one else was around. Good times. I will tell you though, keeping those little buggers from feeling each other up all night as an adult was quite possibly the most tiring experience of my life. Especially when my co-youth leader insisted on flirting with the girls.
*sigh* I went to one lock-in. I was so excited to have a humongous slumber party, and then... THEY ACTUALLY MADE US SLEEP! Can we say "destroying a rite of passage"?
Raised a Catholic. Now an atheist. We also had brainwashing sessions, believe it or not. Once on an overnight, another as a weekend. Used classic brainwashing techniques. No clocks, radios, tv, constant reinforcement, staying awake all hours. I went there looking for girls, left without faith once I realized what they were up to.
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I heart lock-ins.
For me, lock ins were one of the perks of my upbringing. Pizza was definitely present, but added to my list of things keeping me up all night were copious amounts of caffeine and the excitement of the possibility of mildly inappropriate interactions (by the standards of the day) with the females.
I only remember two lock-ins, (one fun, the other was kind of lame) but the youth groups up here had a real thing for hay rides.
They lock everyone in because if they didn't everyone would leave making impssible to brain wash them
Lock-ins are evil. During the final hours of one particular torture session, we were subjected to the "Electric Fence" game. This is where an electric fence is strung across a lowered volleyball net that you lift your lock-in buddies over. If you touch the wire, you and your buddy fall to the ground , most likely pissing your pants in the process. Jesus is love.
I'm getting tired of all these other frickin' Roberts dirtying my good name. Henceforth, no one shall post with the name Robert except me. Additionally, I reserve all variations of Robert and all combinations with various and sundry surnames for my own use.
Very Truly Yours,
The Robert
Don't forget backrubs!
Douglas - check! http://www.stuffchristianculturelikes.com/2009/03/66-backrub-chains.html
The church I grew up in would have lock-ins with other youth groups.
small town+fresh meat+lock-in= encounters your don't tell your youth pastor about....or ones that he doesn't tell ANYONE about.
oh boy, growing up episcopalian meant some awesome lock-ins. i lived in the dc area, so we had ours in the national cathedral. after the trust games, singing and worship we'd climb to the highest tower where there is a MOVIE THEATRE and watch the goonies and eat donuts all night and make out on the balcony.
I wasn't allowed to go to lock-ins. My mom disapproved of the whole lack of sleep plus sugar thing. :(
I loved lockins. We had pizza, watched "safe" John Hughes Movies, sang songs, stayed up until 5 a.m., and broke into the church office and went through files that didn't belong to us. Those were the days...
oh the lockins. Not only did I go to them but I chaperoned them in my early post college years. Sardines was the best game for making out with out getting caught... or possibly capture the flag if you were both in jail and no one else was around. Good times. I will tell you though, keeping those little buggers from feeling each other up all night as an adult was quite possibly the most tiring experience of my life. Especially when my co-youth leader insisted on flirting with the girls.
*sigh* I went to one lock-in. I was so excited to have a humongous slumber party, and then... THEY ACTUALLY MADE US SLEEP! Can we say "destroying a rite of passage"?
Raised a Catholic. Now an atheist. We also had brainwashing sessions, believe it or not. Once on an overnight, another as a weekend. Used classic brainwashing techniques. No clocks, radios, tv, constant reinforcement, staying awake all hours. I went there looking for girls, left without faith once I realized what they were up to.
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