Some ideas really are bad

When I worked at the church, every month Rick and I (along with whatever interns happened to be around) would brainstorm different ideas for the youth workers to implement. All sorts of different ways that folks could engage what we were learning that month – fun, serious, active…we tried to come up with all sorts of ideas. And sometimes I would have ideas that Rick didn’t like so much (or he just thought was bad…it’s okay, some of them probably were bad) and he would say, “we’re brainstorming. No idea is a bad idea, so I’ll write it down” (some ideas really are bad though…like the time Thad had the “great idea” of flooding the gym and everyone swimming in the gym in floaties. Not sure what the point of that was supposed to be…)

A few months ago we were having “community night” where we all have dinner together…and somehow we started talking about the phenomenon that you can sell you hair here. If you hair is really long you can cut it and sell it (to be made into wigs). You can also sell the hair that falls out of your head…you know, like the hair that gets caught in your comb or brush (gross, eh?!)…so then we somehow had the idea that we could start collecting hair at SB and then sell it as a fund-raiser for some of the things we want to buy…and the idea quickly degenerated into a huge campaign that we were going to start on facebook and on our blogs and prayer letters to have everyone in America that we know send us their hair out of their combs as a fund-raiser…the idea is so very gross…i almsot can't handle the gross-ness when I let my mind wander enough to picture a box of hair in the corner at SB…or opening an envelope from the states and it being a wad of hair…oh man it’s gross.

I’m often tormented by the memory of this bad idea…when I brush my hair…when I wash my hair…oh man, it’s so gross.

don't worry...we're not gonna do it. some ideas really are bad.