Chip Shots

Some years ago, while rummaging through old papers, I ran across one which brought back great memories. It was the pink sheet of a triplicate form dated May 1, 1975. I was fifteen years old at the time, but I remembered the evening well. Along with two of my friends, I had just spent the evening at Ron’s place. Ron was a new guy in our youth group. The three of us had shown up, uninvited, at his door. You wouldn’t advise it today, but these were different times. Back then, doors were intended to welcome people in, not shut people out. Every Thursday night a few of us went to visit kids who were new to our youth group. As long as we were home by 9:00 p.m., no one seemed to mind. We were the teenage expression of something our church called the “Fish Program.” It was the signature component of our church’s ministry in Lake Havasu City. That’s right: we were teenagers doing door-to-door evangelism. I’d been taught how to share my faith the previous fall; this spring I was training Brett a...