Last night I noticed three young teens horsing around with skateboards over in Riverview. They were wearing the uniform of rebellion. They were looking like they were eager to get involved in something questionable. They looked like trouble. They looked like they were impressing each other with profanities. They looked like they were disrespectful types. They looked like the kind of kids that destroy public property. They were the kind of kids you don’t really want hanging around your business discouraging the paying customers. They stared at us as if to invite conflict. They looked at us. We looked back at them.
I looked a little longer. I looked a little deeper. I looked at their eyes. When I did they looked like the kind of kids that might have to deal with hurts at home. They looked like the kind of kids that were used to being hurt at school. I kept looking at them and when I did, they looked like the kind of boys I would love to speak to around the fire at Camp Barakel. I imagined them paddling across a Canadian lake with a group from Evangel. They looked like the kind of boys that I would like the see in our church parking lot getting on a bus for Lake Ann. I imagined them in clusters talking in the foyer at church. I imagined them playing pool in our church youth room. I imagined lowering them into the baptismal pool on a Sunday night in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. One of those boys could take my job some day. And that would be a good thing.
YES, LORD, PUT YOUR HAND ON THOSE BOYS.
THERE ARE SO MANY LOST SOULS…
I MET A DEAR LADY THE OTHER DAY WITH AN ACHING HEART. I AM PRAYING FOR A WAY TO HELP HER.
I HAD A GREAT BLESSING TODAY ENCOURAGING A BED RIDDEN LADY. I AM PRAYING THE LORD WILL USE ME TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE LIVES OF HURTING PEOPLE.
Great post…. Just curious… did you take the next step and actually engage in conversation with these boys? I have found that these kids are not as bad as they appear. They just need someone to take a moment and let them know they are important and valued and loved… that happens when we just reach out and engage with them, showing an interest in them personally.
They left before we could, but I think the Lord will let me see them again and I am going to offer them a scholarship to camp after I have gotten to know them a little.