I remember that Sunday morning clearly… One of my youth group student’s mothers was nearly running toward me. She gently pulled me by my arm telling me, in a desperate tone, she needed to talk to me. We made our way to the side of the room so we could speak privately. By the time we got there, she had tears in her eyes; I began to worry.
“I need to tell you something in confidence”, she said; I nodded. “As you know, Jessie is going on the mission trip with you all next week,” I nodded my head to let her know I was aware. “Well,” she continued, “I need you to know that over the last few weeks I’ve caught her masturbating several times.” She was talking as fast as she could by that point—hoping to get this confession off of her chest. “So I need you to keep an eye on her. Don’t let her go anywhere by herself, make sure she’s always a part of the group. And don’t tell her I told you this.”
Again, I nodded my head and she scurried away from me. I was in shock but not that I had been asked to make sure Jessie didn’t masturbate. Instead, I was in shock because I had just found out that girls could masturbate!