by Courtney Roes
Charlotte, North Carolina, USA
On a cold February night back in junior high school, I was at a church lock-in, an all-night youth gathering where the doors are locked for everyone’s protection. We were having a lot of fun, and after midnight, a few of us began exploring. We finally found the janitor’s supply closet. It’s amazing how many rolls of toilet paper you get when you buy in bulk.
With our newly acquired ammunition, we decided it was best for us not to be inside where there was adult supervision. Conveniently, next door to the church was a house with a huge oak tree. The branches just begged to be holding something up, and we had the perfect solution. Soon we were throwing our white streamers back and forth, creating the largest and whitest belated Christmas tree ever seen.
Suddenly the floodlights of the house came on. There stood the owner of the “Christmas tree,” dressed like every shepherd I had ever seen: in a bathrobe and carrying a stick. Well, his stick was actually a rifle, and we were not the flock he wanted to keep. “I know the pastor of your church, and I am going to call him first thing in the morning.” We weren’t really worried about him telling the pastor as long as the pastor didn’t know which parents to tell. So we ran.
One thing we hadn’t realized was that during a lock-in, they really do lock the doors. You can get out, but you can’t get back in unless you knock on the door until someone comes to open it. We were cold and scared. About that time, one of the youth leaders, Tommy, had noticed that some of us were missing and started outside without his jacket to look for us. When he saw the expression on our faces, he let us inside and said he was going for a walk.
After a while, we noticed Tommy had not come back. This time we grabbed our jackets and a leader and went out looking for Tommy. As we circled the church, we came to the area where you could see our Christmas tree, but it was no more. During Tommy’s “walk” he had climbed the tree in the cold, taken down all the toilet paper, and put it in the trash can. Tommy later got really sick because he had been out in the cold that night, but there were no questions, no lectures, and no screaming calls to our parents.
Tommy’s actions that night had a lasting impact on my life. I learned how to respect other people and their property. I didn’t learn it through a series of lectures, but I learned it from watching Tommy. Even today, I have this habit of picking up little pieces of trash I see on the ground and putting them in my back pocket — just as I had seen Tommy pick our trash out of the tree that night.
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4 thoughts on “The Learning Tree”
When it comes to young people, actions do speak louder than words. Everyone talks and talks ands talks to teenagers. I believe they tune it all out because they think they have better answers. It takes experience and the passing of time to teach them differently.
People do not get sick because they were cold. Removing the TP from the tree is not why their leader got sick.
A good scare is worth more to a man than good advice.
E. E. Howe
What a wonderful reminder that leading by example is the best teaching tool! Love the story!