Yesterday was a rough day. I would have blogged about it yesterday, but by the time I sat down I didn't have the energy, so that's why I am tackling it now.
The day started off with your Monday YFC staff meeting. We met at Costa Coffee and shared what is going on with each of our projects and what we need prayers for. Mine were pretty heavy:
1. Our older youth group on a Monday night is all about games. It's lacking spiritual input and if we change it (which we are) then we will probably lose some of them. I want them to keep coming and I want the oder ones to branch off and seek out our other youth groups.
2. I feel like a lot of the youth workers and people here have too much on their plate. They are stretching themselves too thin and starting up new projects when they haven't completely poured into the ones they already have.
So we prayed and talked. Mike Taylor, the director for YFC, made a really good point. We don't pray enough. If we put as much energy into praying as we do just talking then things might be different. God answers prayers, so why aren't we praying?
I found this verse last night and I think it fits perfectly with that:
"Let your hope make you glad. Be patient in time of trouble and never stop praying." Romans 12:12
Following that meeting we had youth groups last night. I suggested that we sit down boys and girls separate and talk to the older ones about why they come, what they want from us and how they would feel if we implemented more of a structure into the group. Once word to describe this talk: heartbreaking.
I was met by unresponsiveness, talking while I was talking and disinterest. It was very discouraging. Since they wouldn't really say much when prompted I handed them pieces of paper to express themselves anonymously. They wanted me to read them out loud so I did. Most of them said they wanted to just play games. It broke my heart. I told them we weren't going to make the group less fun just have serious moments and they didn't really like that. But then I mentioned spiritual talks and they said that was fine. What?! I was so confused. So we talked more and still they seemed somewhat indifferent. I'm sure we will lose some of them, but I am going to keep encouraging the older ones to come to bible study and EQ, etc. When Ste and I got home we were both pretty down and thinking if they don't care, why do we? But that's the thing we do care. We know we can make a difference, we just have to push on and pray.
This comment by one of the girls gave me hope:
She added onto another girls note about playing games and wrote:
We need GOD! Lightning Bolts is about God!
All I could think was praise Jesus, someone gets it! One thing I have learned is working with young people is hard. It sucks at times, but then it's times like these that I think I wouldn't want to be doing anything else with my life right now.