Sticky. Hot. Tired. Hungry. These are a few words to describe how we felt that July in New Orleans. The youth group was there on a mission trip. It was a wonderful group of young people and a wonderful experience, but fatigue had finally set in late in the week and I could sense it in everyone's disposition. I suspect my charm was wearing thin on them, too. Some of the young people complained about our project assignments. The youth didn't connect with the speaker we heard that evening. Some of the group wanted to go out dancing while others wanted to go back to the hotel and sleep. Finally, the meltdown began. Over pizza, of all things. Specifically, over whether we were going to eat in at a local restaurant or order delivery from a chain.