I think back to when I was a teenager... How I viewed myself and my life. That person is barely there...and in some instances that is a good thing...and in others it is not so great.
When I was younger, I was such a strong Christian. My faith back then could not be wavered by anyone! In Middle school and High school I loved that I was a Christian. I loved that I was surrounded by people that knew and loved the Lord. I guess I was so engulfed in it that I didn't realized how secular most of the world was.
This week I helped with VBS (Vacation Bible School). I was teaching third and fourth graders. Many of them did not know the stories of how Jesus' death came about. I was excited about sharing about God's love. But, somehow, my teaching these young ones was not what affected me this week. What affected me were the teenagers. Each group had a teenage helper. My helper, Logan, was one of those kids that didn't say much...but whenever I started to talk about the Bible stories, he found his voice. It amazed me how knowledgeable he was on ALL of these stories. He reminded me of facts that I once knew and had forgotten.
As the week went on, more of the teenagers came to sit by me and talk to me. Their enthusiasm for their Christian faith reminded me of someone I once knew...someone I hope to find again.
Play It, James
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