Two weeks of ministry are done. Check, check, check to Jello wars, tie die shirts, prayer time, small group start ups, beach lounging and my favorite of all, deep healing prayer in a park for a fierce Italian Jersey girl:)
Ocean Grove has been such a great time, and it sure does keep me busy. The lukewarmness here is honestly a strange sensation to experience. We have 150 teenagers in and out of Breakfast club (our morning word, worship and praise time), Freestyle (our twice weekly youth group extravanganza) and The Current (our Sunday Night worship session) and though many are “saved,” I see so many teenagers who are not surrendered to Christ.
Tomorrow, I am doing an alter call on the boardwalk, and I feel like just today the Lord put a weight on my heart for the lost right here in the church. Day in and day out these kids show a willingness to be a part of community and lethargically sit through programming, without conviction of sin or a radical life change.
It’s perfect to me that in our youth temple, hangs the quote from Don Miller
“I believe the greatest trick of the devil is not to get us into some sort of evil but rather have us wasting time. This is why the devil tries so hard to get Christians to be religious. If he can sink a man’s mind into habit, he will prevent his heart from engaging God.”
How true. This might be why I am called to the outcasts and openly “cold” and not the lukewarm. This environment calls for alot of patience for pharisiacal attitudes, negativity and apathy. It is such an amazing ministry and oppurtunity, but also emmotionally confusing and complexting. I regularly hear the teenagers speech and then look up at the glowing cross on the Great Auditorium, and feel a complete disconnect between this generation’s spirit’s and the mission of this campground. Please, More Holy Spirit, move in mighty power.
Don’t get me wrong, every day here has been so exciting and I have been growing so deep in my walk and obedience to the Lord. I feel like I fit a lifetime into every single day here, and I love how much life is being lived. My team is still amazing, the Lord continues to rock me on a my blocked off hour shower prayer time. Still, tonight while hanging out with two of my small group girls getting icecream at Nagels, I yearned to see God do more in their life than just save them. I wanted them to decompartmentalize the Holy Spirit and for them to get a heart for the broken.
Tomorrow, I am giving the first alter call on the boardwalk and I am glad the Lord has me sorrowful. I am glad the Lord is making me care deeply about these kids, I am so thankful i actually love to be around them, that I can really enjoy youth ministry for a summer.
I want to see the Lord raise up prayer warriors, and worshippers who worship in spirit and truth, I want evangelist who go to Asburry when no one is looking. I would rather have their tightly knit community disrupted for the offense brought by the Gospel, than to see them stand their in the status quo of Sharks and Minnows and no conviction.
Lord, use me. Move in this place. Bring me and these kids to their knees. Show us the power of the One who made the ocean roar. Bring the American church out of it’s slumber. Use us, Lord. Use me, powerfully.