Last night I was blessed with 60+ high school students and staff invading our house for quite possibly the last time. Jonathan, our middle school director and my wife Kara put on an open house here from 5-10 pm that brought students back together to share with me their experiences and joys from 10 years of high school ministry.
We ate, we watched pictures of the past seven years in ministry, we shared stories and inside jokes, we shared what a blessing the ministry has been to a variety of high school students. People shared how the ministry had encouraged them in service and love of others, had saved them from hurting themselves, how it created an awe of God, a fascination with the Gospel, had built up and exhorted believers by reminding them of their identity in Christ. The young men and women over the years has ministered to countless others in an eternal way.
God was good to me when he gave me, I don’t know, over 300-400 students and staff over the course of 10 years who challenged me, frustrated me, hurt me, blessed me, strengthened me, cared for me, and loved me.
They threw water balloons and snowballs and their backs, ate weird things to make me laugh, took random bets (and I paid out), played PS2 and N64 deep into the night, they crammed marshmallows into their mouth, nearly choked to death at my kitchen table, broke their knees, fingers, hands and feet and knocked themselves out trying to impress me skiing (or not skiing as it were), playing football, and running games at VBS. They tackled me, wrestled me, were patient with me as I learned very little sign language, (but learned to read lips well), they schooled me in basketball, made fun of my hairy body and pointy nose (I did too, so it was okay). They sang for me, played my stupid games, they ministered to others, they helped me do the work of God.
He gave me young men and women who loved me and my family relentlessly. They cared for my children, watched over my wife when she struggled through her biopsy results, they sacrificed their time, they gave their own earned money, they welcomed me into their homes for months on end and never charged a time, they prayed for me, they read me scripture, wrote me wonderful notes that I read often, they bought me gifts, they hugged me and kissed me. They made me weep into the night: tears of deep pain and feverish joy. They made me better. They helped me fall in love with Jesus more, and they helped make me more like Him. For that I am deeply grateful.
Thank you all, for loving me, for loving my wife and my children, you may never know the depth of how each of you has changed me. You have shown both mercy and grace, have forgiven and forgotten many wrongs. I love each of you.