I have some awesome memories of my youth pastor from highschool. There was the time we wired his brakes to his horn. The bed time lullaby (or was it a threatening?) he sang to us because he was so frustrated we wouldn't sleep on a camp out. The way he sat with me as I was devastated over a break up. When he found me unconscious on the floor. When he saw me follow in his footsteps. He was (and still is) a great man that I admire and that really passed on his faith to me as well as my affinity for wearing a goatee. Over the next month I want to hear your input and recollections of your favorite youth worker or youth pastor memories. Thanks for sharing.