9 “Therefore know that the LORD your God, He is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and mercy for a thousand generations with those who love Him and keep His commandments;
My home church generally spilts into youth and adult. We don’t really have a youth pastor, instead it’s the older kids that teach the younger ones. For the past few years I’ve been appointed teacher over kids who oftentimes are only a few years younger than I am. I used to be ashamed of our youth program because we didn’t have formal pastor, the adult service was in the Sanctuary so kind had this side room of the church that didn’t feel like a church to me, we didn’t have pews, opting instead for fold-up chairs, and there was such a classroom setting feel that I didn’t feel like I was preaching sometimes.
There’s another thing. Even when we did journey into the adult service to get prayer or something, it was clear that my church is pretty charismatic. Since this was the only Christianity I had ever been exposed to besides Catholicism, I thought it was cool, but Satan grew this feeling in me that somehow, it wasn’t normal and my friends would freak out if I ever brought them to church. So I hardly ever brought people to church with me.
Last summer since I was baptized in the Spirit and discovered what it means to be in love with God, I’ve been hoping that as I stand up there in front of middle and high school kids preachin’ up a storm that their hearts would ignite with passion too. During the brief few weeks I came back from college, I would give a message on God had been teaching me, but each time I felt like they didn’t really register what I was saying. Then this summer, my first week back at church, our youth group, normally at most 10 people, was almost double that. I was stunned! All I could really say was, “Praise God.” Seriously. Amazing.
That week, one of the high school boys preached to me along with, I later found out, a bunch of people from his school. In the midst of his message, he started talking about how one time his mom started praying in tongues, the Holy Spirit controlling her very words. I was so convicted. Here he is, heart newly set on fire, talking about, gasp, charismatic Christian stuff to people as if it were normal.
Oh, wait. It is normal. Normal when you measure your standards next to Jesus.
So here we have high school kids seeking after who God is and they hear tongues and see people slain in the spirit and it’s like, okay. Normal. So this what church is like!
The other amazing thing is the boy who preached used to give me such a hard time when I taught and he later came and apologized to me for how he used to act toward me. I told him it was totally cool and as these past couple of weeks have gone by, I have seen how much he has changed, how God has totally changed his heart and wooed him. Praise the Lord. Man, it’s so amazing! Bless the Lord!!!!
My youth group is experiencing revival. Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord, o my soul. There are so many hungry hearts there, young people waiting for something more in their lives.
It wasn’t my fiery sermon that brought the workers to my church, it was God. It was God. It was grace. It was favor. It was love. God, I am amazed by how much You love Your children. You are so faithful. Thank You, thank You, Lord.
So, yeah, come to church with me. I’m not ashamed of God and I don’t want to limit the way He moves, whatever that may look or feel like. The truth will set you free.
God bless you!
P.S. – I’ve been reading Good Morning, Holy Spirit by Benny Hinn and it is radically changing my life. Read it!!!!!!!! I’m serious.