Here's a clipping I found when I became a youth director for the first time at age 18, in 1961. I had been conference officer for the Methodist Youth Fellowship in 1960. About this time I learned there was politics in the church...of all things. It made me sick, and still does today!
I actually didn't stay in Wharton long, for my father had been transfered to Denton, Texas. A minister friend, Jimmy Mobley, and I prayer long and hard, and I was directed by God to go to Denton rather than stay in Wharton. My father died that November in an automobile crash, and I was so blessed to have been with him for that extra time before he died.
I finally pursued a masters' of Christian Education, and worked in a local church for a time, but God had other plans for me and placed me in public education where I taught for over 20 years.