The youth group meeting had begun, as always, with the steady rhythm of Robert’s Rules of Order. Jonathan presided with his usual calm, guiding the discussion through updates on volunteer hours, leftover tasks from the last project, and the brief flurry of “old business” that fizzled out without much debate.

  Then came the quiet pause.

  Jonathan glanced toward Thomas and subtly raised a hand—wait just a little longer.

  “Now,” Jonathan said, “is there any new business?”

  He waited. Silence.

  “No one has anything to bring up?” He gave it another few moments, scanning the room.

  “Then,” he said, smiling slightly, “I’d like to bring up Thomas.”

  A murmur moved through the group like a ripple. Thomas? He never liked attention. The last time he’d stood up to speak, a few of them had ended up with extra shekels in their pockets. The air shifted. Eyes lit up with curiosity.

  Thomas made his way to the front of the room, slow and steady. He turned and looked out at the crowd, meeting their eyes with a calm intensity. He took a deep breath.

  And then, in a voice louder and clearer than any of them expected:

  “Who wants to get into trouble?”

  The reaction was immediate. Every face in the room looked confused, stunned, even slightly horrified. If there was one thing this group understood—it was that they were not supposed to get into trouble.

  Thomas waited a beat, then smiled gently.

  “Can I ask—what do you think trouble is?”

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  A younger boy raised his hand cautiously. “It’s when you do something wrong.”

  “Good guess,” Thomas said, “but when I say trouble, I mean doing something that shakes things up. That challenges the way things are. Can you think of a time recently when something like that happened?”

  Another kid, about ten or eleven, raised a hand.

  “When we helped you and Ms. Mendez?”

  Thomas nodded. “Don’t sit down yet. Tell us—how did that make you feel? I remember you. You were one of the ones who didn’t get a shekel that day.”

  The boy stood a little straighter. “It made me feel good. I’d do it again, even if I didn’t get anything.”

  Thomas nodded, moved. “I like your answer.”

  He turned back to the group.

  “Okay—based on that answer, now who wants to get into trouble?”

  Hands shot up, this time with energy.

  Thomas smiled. “All right. Next question—who here has ever played cricket?”

  Silence. Not a single hand.

  “Okay. Who’s even heard of cricket?”

  One or two hands, hesitant.

  “That’s fine,” he said. “Let me ask you to imagine something. Say you moved to a foreign country when you were young. When you finally get old enough to play sports, your dad wants to teach you the one he grew up with—let’s say, baseball. But there are no teams, no one plays it, and no one knows the rules. How would you feel?”

  This time, the hands came up quickly. A few kids offered answers: “Left out.” “Lonely.” “Like I didn’t belong.”

  Thomas nodded again. “This past weekend, I was in the bookstore. A man from India came in—he wanted to buy books on cricket so he could teach his sons. They’re ten and twelve. The books are coming in… but let me ask—who here has ever learned a sport from a book?”

  Not a single hand.

  “So here’s what I’m proposing: we make it so his kids can learn to play—with us. We give them the chance to play, and in the process, we get to learn something new too. Who thinks this is the kind of good trouble worth getting into?”

  For a second, the room was still. Then Jonathan raised his hand. A few others followed. Then, one by one, the whole room lifted their hands high.

  Thomas grinned. “Me and Jonathan already arranged for a few books on cricket to come in. I’m meeting later with a brother who might help us get the equipment. What we need now is you—your energy, your ideas, your presence.”

  He looked around the room, eyes bright.

  “Think about what else we might need for this to work. When the books arrive, we’ll reach out to the family. And then… we’ll help a couple of kids feel like they belong here.”

  The room erupted in applause—not wild or dramatic, but full of real excitement. The kind that meant something was already beginning.

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