I’m honest when I say that I look at the past weekend with a full heart as it slowly drifts off in the lingering images of yesterday. How do you define success or failure when you do not know how God works, or how deep He is involved with each and every life that was given to us for a timespan of 34 conscious hours. As the facalitator of the weekend program I would look at the group’s level of interaction as a sign of stimulation. Being a group that ranges from ages 10 – 18 in the end it is difficult to hold their attention when you are sharing with them about something. So the weekend was focused very much around specific activities that could then serve as a game with a life lesson.
Still I felt in my heart on Saturday morning that I can’t find the right way on how I can present them with the Message of Hope in a way that they can relate to, as I’m so separated from their daily realities at home.
As I set aside some time to reflect on the weekend, Tuesday morning, a song of Micheal W Smith came to mind about a girl who stood up in her circumstances and in the end it even cost her, her life. “This was her time, this was her dance, she lived every moment , left nothing to chance . . .” . These words became so true to me as I realised that this weekend wasn’t planned to be my “time”. Late Saturday morning I spoke to my wife to contact a girl who occasionally visits her who literally came from the same neighbourhood as these children, experienced the same circumstances and even once having her life threatened by the social problems in her mothers house. Also she would be able to relate to their feelings of hopelessness as she herself ended up in hospital in attempts of suicide. So we asked her if she would be willing to come and share her testimony with the kids and she was so excited as she said that she has been waiting for an opportunity to share with young people about her past, but mostly about how God has saved her in these dire circumstances.
Needless to say that the weekend was completely changed from just a “fun” weekend, to a weekend that led to a few kids making a objective decision about their own life and ultimately a choice to trust God for their life. After she shared with the kids I asked them to close their eyes and if they would like to make the same decision that this girl made in the midst of her circumstances, they should look me in the eyes. What an amazing opportunity to see how young people look at you and you can see the seriousness and the honesty when about half of the group indicated that they are making this decision in their own life.
*sigh* *pause*
This time when I’m pausing in my chain of thought it is not because of a feeling of being unshure, but simply as I’m sighing of relief of how God knows what He is doing, even when we don’t. hehe. So yes, I am humbled to see how God is able to truly visit young people who are walking sometimes no to far from the “valley of death” of which psalm 23 speaks about.
One last thing that I would like to reflect on is the blatant reality of the suffering that children face, emotionally, physically and spiritually, when parents choose not to walk in the ways that God calls His creation to walk in. If anyone dare to question this statement I would just ask him or her to commit some weekends for a few years to work with kids, and the evidence will be blatantly visible in each little face that gets burnt into your heart when you see the results of suffering that children go through due to the parents not walking in God’s ways.
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Louw