Fold Day 2
A wise man once said it doesn’t matter how you start; it matters how you finish. But if how we started is any indication of how we’ll finish, it will be an awesome week.
We arrived at the Fold around 9:30pm last night. Our whole team is occupying a large guest house—six bedrooms, six baths, kitchen, and large dining room and living room. It’s ideal for our group. We were welcomed by our hosts who live in the basement of the house. We had to hustle to get everything moved in, provide some quick briefing, and get to bed before a strict 10 o’clock quiet hour.
This morning, our crew woke at 6:00am, despite the fact that breakfast wasn’t until 7:30am. It was Christmas morning anticipation. After breakfast, we walked to our worksite. Our task: Prep and stain the school building. The wooden barn-style building needed to have the old stain scraped and wire-brushed, caulked, taped, and stained. There was also an overgrown flower patch that needed some TLC.
Our crew put some serious effort into the morning session before breaking for lunch at noon. We can walk from our house to the school and vice versa yielding a welcomed respite in the refuge of the AC. The afternoon brought hotter temperatures and an every fading motivation and output. We worked them hard today.
I managed to get some quality time with Mike, a Fold staff member. The Fold brings in boys and girls from around the country. I found it interesting to discuss the backgrounds of the majority of the youth—missionary kids, adopted kids, and pastor’s kids. On the trip we have a missionary kid, pastor’s kid, and sibling of an adopted kid. They are no different than our kids. The vast majority of the fold teens have parents who love Jesus. Why are our kids here to serve and other kids here to be served? Are our parents just better at parenting? Did our kids get better genes? Maybe I’m simply a superior youth pastor and have rescued these teens from the brink of disaster. Something tells me none of these are correct.
At this point, I want to say that God gives grace to some and not others. Because I believe all things flow from the hand of God, I credit our excellent teens not to my ministry or fine parenting but to God’s gracious hand. But why do I think God’s gracious hand is on our youth and not the Fold’s youth? What if God decided to show his grace to a set of parents by giving them a rocky teenager? Perhaps through that trial, those parents were able to experience a level of faith and intimacy with God that they never would have encountered with Johnny Star Athlete and Suzy Homecoming Queen. Perhaps through the pain and adversity, those teens were able to experience the love and mercy of God in a fuller way than Johnny or Suzy.
I don’t believe that we can say that God has shown us any more or less grace judging solely by our circumstances. I look through the darkest times of my life and see the gracious hand of God orchestrating the chaos. Those are precious moments for me because they led me closer to Jesus. That was grace for me. Whatever leads people to seeing and savoring the fullness of Jesus, that’s grace. And grace can come dressed as Johnny or Suzy and as the black sheep.
I’m grateful for our team. I’m praying for a kind of impact this week in our teens’ lives that will ripple until the end of their lives and to the end of the earth. That’s a big prayer request. Want to join me?