Every year I have to wear name tags on multiple occasions, whether it be church services, special events or conferences. I've written about my personal dislike of donning them here.
Yesterday I wore one on the the base of my shorts, about knee height.
The incident reminded me of a youth ministry conference I attended earlier in the year.
Since it was a mixed event, you could promptly tell those who worked with teens based on us all sharing the same odd habit... Our name tags were in obscure positions (like on the sleeve of the shirt, or back of the hat).
Turns out, to be a youth worker, you need to try and make locating your name tag a virtual game of "Where's Wally."
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