We sat circled in a dark cold cabin on a Saturday night in Oakhurst, CA, crying. Ten men all struggling with the Spirit, wrestling with demons, and calling on the name of the Lord. I did not grow up in an emotional family, youth group, or church family but on this night I found myself in the middle of a group of young men with tears flowing freely and emotions squarely on my sleeve. It was beautiful! It was messy! It was REAL!
Even before this I was flanked by my Seniors at our upper bowl devotional talking about our year ahead and the spiritual expectations I had for them. Just being in their presence brought tears to my eyes. They have come exceptionally far. These teens, several of who at one point would rather be anywhere else than a youth retreat, are now spiritual leaders within our youth group. I am consistently amazed by how in tune with the spirit our teens are. They allow themselves to get wrapped up and lost in moments with God. They rally to each other's aid and are ready to pray with each other at anytime. They are truly building a safe haven for each other. A place where they can come and experience God without fear of the normal teenage angst and drama. A place of encouragement and acceptance. As I sat and listened to 17-18 year old men pour out their prayers on each other's behalf I stopped and thanked God for allowing me to be a witness to this beautiful moment.
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