Hello friends, it has been way too long since we have posted an official update. We have recently crossed the 3-year threshold in the UK! Time has flown by. You may or may not remember that 3 years was the length of our original commitment to our work here. Things have been going so well, that upon the invitation of our pastor here, we have agreed to stay on longer. It seems right--to us and to the Holy Spirit (Acts 15:28)--to continue the work He has called us to here.
Although I don't have time to write a full update now, I promise to do so soon. In the meantime, I am posting a few links to some relatively recent speaking engagements I've had the opportunity to be a part of.
The following is a link to a radio interview conducted a few weeks ago on Premier Christian radio, based in London. In the interview, Andy Peck asked me about our journey from America to Rudgwick :
interview
This one is a sermon I preached last Sunday at our church, Holy Trinity on "God's Heart for Children" from Matthew 19:13-15 : sermon
. . . and another here from a series in Joseph, taken from the book of Genesis. My topic was "Food, Family, and Famine" -or- "The Top Ten Signs Your Family is Dysfunctional" :
sermon
And finally, there is a brief, 10-minute talk I gave last year at the Youth Work Summit (www.youthworksummit.com). The talk is posted on the YouthWork Podcast, and my portion comes in at about 17:00 into the podcast, and can be found here :
summit
I only share these to give you a snapshot of what we are doing here, and the kinds of doors the Lord has opened for us here. Please forgive my vanity for sharing them all here. :)
Loyd
Friday, October 7, 2011
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
A Landmark Winter
It's been an uncharacteristically cold winter in the south of England. We've already had snow twice, which is rare. The second occurrence saw accumulation of 10-12 inches. Locals here tell me that the last time they saw that much snow was in 1985, and even then it wasn't quite as much as we've had this year.
For a youth worker, the snow is a gift. It's funny how this white, powdery, cold stuff brings people together. Because they're not used to the snow, life slows down to just above a snail's pace. We had no trash collection for nearly a month due to the icy roads. The residents on our road finally took matters into their own hands and spontaneously shovelled the snow off of our entire street. It was great seeing people come together.
More importantly for me (Loyd) is how the snow allows me into the lives of youth. Many teens—who won't come down to the youth centre—will show up at my door asking me to meet them at the park for a sledge (English for sledding) and a snowball fight. It breaks down barriers and allows me to have conversations that wouldn't normally be had.
On the other hand, the extra time off school drives some youth into trouble. The boredom and aimless wandering the streets, for some leads to vandalism, air rifle shooting (pellet gun), snowballs thrown at windows of homes, and general negativity. This has caused us to do a lot of thinking, praying and soul-searching about our role here. As a youth worker, I'm not a policeman, but I am a sort of community liaison. Over the winter break, there were roughly 20 separate incidents of vandalism and anti-social behaviour (ASBO) in our small village. Please continue to help us pray that we can be instruments of God's love, grace, and where appropriate—a challenge to those who need something better to do with their time.
The search for a new vicar (pastor) is going quite well. We have a promising candidate and hope to have someone here by Easter. Help us pray for the candidate, his family, and their potential transition here to Rudgwick.
This winter is a landmark for our ministry here for two reasons. Firstly, this week we are celebrating the one-year anniversary of the Rudgwick Youth Centre being open. We are amazed and thankful for how well the past year has gone, and we anticipate where God wants to take things from here. Secondly, next month marks the half-way point for our 3-year contract. Yes, time really flies when you're having fun! At the same time, this raises a lot of questions for us. What will we do at the end of our three years? We are already asking the Lord what He has next for us. Will we sign on for an extension of our contract? Or should we begin preparing and looking for a place to minister in America? At this point, only the Lord knows. And we want to be where He wants us to be. Help us pray to that end.
The owner of our house is putting the house up for sale. At the end of February (roughly 4 weeks), we will be moving house within Rudgwick. At the time of this writing, we do not know where we will be moving to. Help us pray for a) a house that suits the needs of our family, b) at a price within the church's budget and c) in a strategic location—as much of our ministry here is impromptu, and a natural extension of our day-to-day lives.
Finally, Rudgwick Primary School (the school Isobel and Aiden attend) is raising funds for a building project. Some of us dads have taken it upon ourselves to get involved. We are doing a sponsored hike on the Yorkshire 3 Peaks, a 25-mile hike up and down 3 of the largest hills in Yorkshire (northern England). Many of you have asked how you can give or help in our ministry here. While most of our personal needs are met, this is a way you can get involved—by extension—in our ministry here. Even if you can only donate $1, it will help us reach the £5,000 we are trying to raise towards the £50,000 need. The link to donate safely and securely is here: http://www.justgiving.com/rudgwick3peaks.
We love you all and think of you daily!
Loyd, Christy, Isobel, Aiden, and Amelia
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Meditation for Today
This is what we are about.
We plant the seeds that one day will grow.
We water seeds already planted,
Knowing that they hold future promise.
We lay foundations
That will need further development.
We provide yeast that produces effects
Far beyond our capabilities.
We cannot do everything,
And there is a sense of liberation in realising that.
This enables us to do something, and do it very well.
It may be incomplete, a step along the way;
An opportunity for the Lord's grace to enter
And do the rest.
We may never see the end results;
But that is the difference
Between the master builder and the worker.
We are workers, not master builders;
Ministers, not Messiahs.
We are prophets of a future not our own.
Oscar Romero
We plant the seeds that one day will grow.
We water seeds already planted,
Knowing that they hold future promise.
We lay foundations
That will need further development.
We provide yeast that produces effects
Far beyond our capabilities.
We cannot do everything,
And there is a sense of liberation in realising that.
This enables us to do something, and do it very well.
It may be incomplete, a step along the way;
An opportunity for the Lord's grace to enter
And do the rest.
We may never see the end results;
But that is the difference
Between the master builder and the worker.
We are workers, not master builders;
Ministers, not Messiahs.
We are prophets of a future not our own.
Oscar Romero
Saturday, September 12, 2009
One Year in Rudgwick
A lot can happen in a year. For the Harp family this has been quite a momentous one!
One year ago, we set off from America on an adventure of faith that brought us to Southern England.
Our goals were this: to create a place for teens both Christian and non-Christian to hang out, find community, and become church. We knew that church is the people, not the building, so we wanted our youth centre to be “middle space”. Middle space is neutral ground—neither our turf, nor theirs, but middle ground—were everyone is accepted regardless of who they are and what they believe. As we see teens come to a place where they are loved and accepted, they open up and allow the Holy Spirit to draw them into a relationship with God and his followers.
This is not an easy task. Most of the young people we come in contact with are not only non-Christian, but have little or no interest in Christianity. Young people tend to be very uncomfortable with the idea of religion. It’s not enough to say that religion has become irrelevant in the UK. It’s worse—it’s not even on their radar screen. Religion has very little to do with the majority of people in the UK, and for teens, this is even more true. Only 3% of the population in the United Kingdom attend church on even a semi-regular basis (our village is slightly higher at 5%). Compare that to America where around 40% claim to attend church regularly.
In response to the vast need, Holy Trinity (Rudgwick’s parish church) committed to opening a youth centre and hiring a full-time youth worker to run it. The plan came into reality when the local governing authority (Rudgwick Parish Council) agreed to lease a building for free. The Harps arrived on the scene on the 10th of September, 2008, after a lengthy application and interview process.
Time flies. Although a three-year contract sounds like a long time to move to another country, upon our first anniversary here, we are realizing that it’s not very long at all. At the same time, the Lord has done a lot in our midst in just a short year. What follows is a brief look at what has happened over the past year.
• Harp family of four pack our bags and move into our new home in Rudgwick
• Isobel and Aiden start school as the “American kids”
• Begin integrating into the local faith community, getting to know as many church-based youth and families as possible
• Start a small, home-based Bible study with around eight 11- and 12-year olds; one group of 12- and 13-year olds already meeting in another home
• Begin work on the youth centre: complete renovation, painting, etc.
• During family prayers, we saw our first two converts—Isobel and Aiden, touched by the forgiveness of Jesus, pray to receive Christ for the first time
• Loyd begins serving as a volunteer leader for Scouts as a way to connect with un-churched youth
• Somewhere along the way, Isobel and Aiden completely lose their American accents and frequently correct mom and dad about the correct terms for “pants” and “trousers”
• We find out our family will be increasing by one, in roughly 9 months
• Work completed on the youth centre, grand opening with local bands, games and snacks—around 60 youth, parents, and local village authorities show their support by attending
• Loyd intentionally focuses on getting to know youth through local village events, snowball fights, hanging out at the school bus stops with free snacks, etc.
• Two home-based Bible studies combine to form one Wednesday night small-group Bible study at the youth centre
• Open Thursday night “middle space” event for older youth, aged 15-18, simply called Conversations—14 teens show up on the first night!
• Loyd and Christy each preach quarterly in Holy Trinity Church
• Loyd teaches a confirmation class involving 7 teens interested in making their faith public—all 7 complete the course and publicly announce their commitment to Christ in a formal ceremony
• Loyd given the opportunity to speak in a chapel at a local, posh private school attended by the children of Pink Floyd guitarist David Gilmour
• Because of Loyd’s involvement at Scouts, he is asked to do a session called, “my faith” and is subsequently asked to be in charge of closing each night with a prayer or reflection
• Loyd meets weekly with local youth musicians for an informal “jam session”
• We take 5 youth and 3 adults to MayCamp, a youth camp during the May holiday—this is the first time Rudgwick youth have done a spiritual retreat together (to my knowledge)
• Amelia Rose Harp is born, July 28th, 2009 at 8 lbs.
• Summer 2009, we had many special events during the school holidays, one of which was transformed into the new Tuesday afternoon group for 11-14s (we had tried this earlier but failed). 14 youth attend on the first day.
• We now have a total of 3 separate meetings for youth during the week, with occasional additional events. Around 40 unique visits to the youth centre occur weekly, with many others in contact with the youth work on a less-regular basis. If we added Scouts to that number, we are seeing well over 50 youth per week.
So much has happened, and your role in prayer, emotional support, and giving has helped make it all possible. As you can see from the above, there are so many stories we could tell and it’s hard to just give a brief list of everything that’s taken place in a year. So let us now just take the time to tell one story that serves as a snapshot of what God is do
In October, I (Loyd) met a young man whom we’ll call Joe (not his real name). At the time, he was 17 years old. I met him at Apple Day—a local village fall festival. I had met his younger sister already, as she was a participant in my home Bible study. Although they are very kind, upstanding members of the community, none of this family attends church. As he had been involved with the youth program under the previous youth worker, our friendship came easily. We’d see each other at the local social club, while throwing snowballs in the park, and he came to the Grand Opening of the RYC.
Over time, Joe began to attend the “middle space” events at the youth club. He is a very popular, outgoing youth. As we talked more and more, we found out we had a lot in common—a love for music, being the most obvious. We began meeting weekly (usually with one other youth, sometimes 5 or 6) to have informal jam sessions. He played guitar, I played bass. We generally had a drummer as well, and sometimes some others showed up to help out. As we were rocking out to some cover songs, we were developing a relationship, and most importantly trust.
Often, the Jam session would evolve into a few blokes sitting around talking. We talked about bands, movies, life, anything. As it often does when we are open to it, the subject of faith would come up from time to time—never in a forced way, just naturally, as any taboo subject can do when there’s trust. I wish I could tell you that Joe is now a Christian, but that’s not the case . . . yet.
Joe told me how he’s struggling in his friendships. He recently gave up smoking pot. He just doesn’t want that to be part of his life anymore. Trouble is--the majority of his friends still do it. He’s also currently re-evaluating all of his life choices, many of which have been destructive—views on sex, drinking, partying, fighting are all now in question. He has told me point-blank before, “I’m not really religious . . . but I’m interested.” This is the kind of fruit we are seeing in our work here. It’s subtle but it’s profound. Joe recently asked me if I needed any help on Wednesday nights with the Bible study group. I gave him an emphatic “yes!” I’ll put him to work in the concession stand, handing out flyers, anything that gets him there so he can hear the life-giving Word.
When people talk about missions, they generally envision elaborately decorated primitive tribes in the jungles somewhere. For us, the face of missions looks just like ours. But the need is the same as the need in the jungles. Perhaps it’s more so. Preaching the Gospel to someone who has never heard it must be immensely difficult. But what we’re finding is that sharing the Gospel in a post-Christian society is difficult as well. Your prayers are greatly appreciated!
Love,
Loyd, Christy, Isobel, Aiden and Amelia
One year ago, we set off from America on an adventure of faith that brought us to Southern England.
Our goals were this: to create a place for teens both Christian and non-Christian to hang out, find community, and become church. We knew that church is the people, not the building, so we wanted our youth centre to be “middle space”. Middle space is neutral ground—neither our turf, nor theirs, but middle ground—were everyone is accepted regardless of who they are and what they believe. As we see teens come to a place where they are loved and accepted, they open up and allow the Holy Spirit to draw them into a relationship with God and his followers.
This is not an easy task. Most of the young people we come in contact with are not only non-Christian, but have little or no interest in Christianity. Young people tend to be very uncomfortable with the idea of religion. It’s not enough to say that religion has become irrelevant in the UK. It’s worse—it’s not even on their radar screen. Religion has very little to do with the majority of people in the UK, and for teens, this is even more true. Only 3% of the population in the United Kingdom attend church on even a semi-regular basis (our village is slightly higher at 5%). Compare that to America where around 40% claim to attend church regularly.
In response to the vast need, Holy Trinity (Rudgwick’s parish church) committed to opening a youth centre and hiring a full-time youth worker to run it. The plan came into reality when the local governing authority (Rudgwick Parish Council) agreed to lease a building for free. The Harps arrived on the scene on the 10th of September, 2008, after a lengthy application and interview process.
Time flies. Although a three-year contract sounds like a long time to move to another country, upon our first anniversary here, we are realizing that it’s not very long at all. At the same time, the Lord has done a lot in our midst in just a short year. What follows is a brief look at what has happened over the past year.
• Harp family of four pack our bags and move into our new home in Rudgwick
• Isobel and Aiden start school as the “American kids”
• Begin integrating into the local faith community, getting to know as many church-based youth and families as possible
• Start a small, home-based Bible study with around eight 11- and 12-year olds; one group of 12- and 13-year olds already meeting in another home
• Begin work on the youth centre: complete renovation, painting, etc.
• During family prayers, we saw our first two converts—Isobel and Aiden, touched by the forgiveness of Jesus, pray to receive Christ for the first time
• Loyd begins serving as a volunteer leader for Scouts as a way to connect with un-churched youth
• Somewhere along the way, Isobel and Aiden completely lose their American accents and frequently correct mom and dad about the correct terms for “pants” and “trousers”
• We find out our family will be increasing by one, in roughly 9 months
• Work completed on the youth centre, grand opening with local bands, games and snacks—around 60 youth, parents, and local village authorities show their support by attending
• Loyd intentionally focuses on getting to know youth through local village events, snowball fights, hanging out at the school bus stops with free snacks, etc.
• Two home-based Bible studies combine to form one Wednesday night small-group Bible study at the youth centre
• Open Thursday night “middle space” event for older youth, aged 15-18, simply called Conversations—14 teens show up on the first night!
• Loyd and Christy each preach quarterly in Holy Trinity Church
• Loyd teaches a confirmation class involving 7 teens interested in making their faith public—all 7 complete the course and publicly announce their commitment to Christ in a formal ceremony
• Loyd given the opportunity to speak in a chapel at a local, posh private school attended by the children of Pink Floyd guitarist David Gilmour
• Because of Loyd’s involvement at Scouts, he is asked to do a session called, “my faith” and is subsequently asked to be in charge of closing each night with a prayer or reflection
• Loyd meets weekly with local youth musicians for an informal “jam session”
• We take 5 youth and 3 adults to MayCamp, a youth camp during the May holiday—this is the first time Rudgwick youth have done a spiritual retreat together (to my knowledge)
• Amelia Rose Harp is born, July 28th, 2009 at 8 lbs.
• Summer 2009, we had many special events during the school holidays, one of which was transformed into the new Tuesday afternoon group for 11-14s (we had tried this earlier but failed). 14 youth attend on the first day.
• We now have a total of 3 separate meetings for youth during the week, with occasional additional events. Around 40 unique visits to the youth centre occur weekly, with many others in contact with the youth work on a less-regular basis. If we added Scouts to that number, we are seeing well over 50 youth per week.
So much has happened, and your role in prayer, emotional support, and giving has helped make it all possible. As you can see from the above, there are so many stories we could tell and it’s hard to just give a brief list of everything that’s taken place in a year. So let us now just take the time to tell one story that serves as a snapshot of what God is do
In October, I (Loyd) met a young man whom we’ll call Joe (not his real name). At the time, he was 17 years old. I met him at Apple Day—a local village fall festival. I had met his younger sister already, as she was a participant in my home Bible study. Although they are very kind, upstanding members of the community, none of this family attends church. As he had been involved with the youth program under the previous youth worker, our friendship came easily. We’d see each other at the local social club, while throwing snowballs in the park, and he came to the Grand Opening of the RYC.
Over time, Joe began to attend the “middle space” events at the youth club. He is a very popular, outgoing youth. As we talked more and more, we found out we had a lot in common—a love for music, being the most obvious. We began meeting weekly (usually with one other youth, sometimes 5 or 6) to have informal jam sessions. He played guitar, I played bass. We generally had a drummer as well, and sometimes some others showed up to help out. As we were rocking out to some cover songs, we were developing a relationship, and most importantly trust.
Often, the Jam session would evolve into a few blokes sitting around talking. We talked about bands, movies, life, anything. As it often does when we are open to it, the subject of faith would come up from time to time—never in a forced way, just naturally, as any taboo subject can do when there’s trust. I wish I could tell you that Joe is now a Christian, but that’s not the case . . . yet.
Joe told me how he’s struggling in his friendships. He recently gave up smoking pot. He just doesn’t want that to be part of his life anymore. Trouble is--the majority of his friends still do it. He’s also currently re-evaluating all of his life choices, many of which have been destructive—views on sex, drinking, partying, fighting are all now in question. He has told me point-blank before, “I’m not really religious . . . but I’m interested.” This is the kind of fruit we are seeing in our work here. It’s subtle but it’s profound. Joe recently asked me if I needed any help on Wednesday nights with the Bible study group. I gave him an emphatic “yes!” I’ll put him to work in the concession stand, handing out flyers, anything that gets him there so he can hear the life-giving Word.
When people talk about missions, they generally envision elaborately decorated primitive tribes in the jungles somewhere. For us, the face of missions looks just like ours. But the need is the same as the need in the jungles. Perhaps it’s more so. Preaching the Gospel to someone who has never heard it must be immensely difficult. But what we’re finding is that sharing the Gospel in a post-Christian society is difficult as well. Your prayers are greatly appreciated!
Love,
Loyd, Christy, Isobel, Aiden and Amelia
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Amelia's story (as told by Christy) . . .
Well the past few weeks have been such a blur. I wanted friends and family to know what has been going on in our little family, so here is Amelia's story. ( we will have some stories to tell her someday!)
Loyd and I made a decision to try natural childbirth this time. The reasons for this would be another long story but to keep it short, let's just say I had been reading a lot about birth and felt like with my other two kids when I had the epidural I remembered very little of the birth process and this time I wanted to be more aware of what was going on in my body. (BOY was I ever aware:) I had a great midwife who was supportive. somewhere in the middle of pregnancy I was writing in my journal about this decision and I felt like God was whispering these words to me "Trust the process"...hmmm I had no idea what that was going to really mean.
For about the whole last month of my pregnancy, I kept having increasingly painful Braxton-Hicks contractions. So much so, that at several points I would think I was in labor only to have the contractions disapear. This was frustrating but I kept thinkning, anyday now these will turn into the real thing. Then the week before I was due (after both kids had been getting over a virus) I started having contractions 3 min apart and increasing in strength. I woke Loyd up at 3:00am saying . . . "I think it's time!" to which he responded . . . "I think I am sick." He woke up burning up with fever, body ache, sore throat etc. SO I make a phone call to the hospital and they said #1 with this being your 3rd baby and you live 30 min away, you need to come in right now! #2 your husband is showing signs of flu and will not be able to come into the delivery suite AT ALL in case it was swine flu.
This was not what I wanted to hear. I began to tell the nurse on the phone
that I was probably not in labor and that I would just stay home and wait for Loyd to get better before the baby came. She just laughed at me and said, "Mrs. Harp, I will see you here in 25 to 30 min we will have a bed ready for you." So after crying like a little girl and being whisked away to the hospital by one of my dear friends from church (this is like 3:30 in the morning), we get to the hospital. Guess what. My contractions stop. I am only 3 cm ( all you moms know that this means that I am headed back home...) I come home with no baby, a swine flu husband and two disappointed kids.
Fast forward to the day after my due date--Tuesday afternoon July 28th. Loyd is getting slowly better but was still sick. That afternoon my water broke. Another dear friend from church ( a woman who is an amazing speaker and gifted minister) takes me to the hospital. On the way, my contractions begin to feel like fire shooting through my body. The line to get into the car parking is backed up and TONS of people are at the hospital that day. Liz drops me off at the entrance so she could park and bring in my luggage. I get inside the hospital and throw my big self into a chair . . . and wait . . . she later tells me that she almost got into a fist fight for a parking space:) I am in full-on labor and a little old lady who is sitting next to me runs over to tell a hospital employee that I was needing to get up to delivery NOW! sooooo they wheel me through the crowd of people as I am trying not to scream my head off.
We get to our room and get things going . . . and they go very quick! My midwife was so amazing and Liz became a champ--she had to put up with me screaming I CAN NOT DO THIS! and squeezing her poor hand off and shouting some choice words (sorry mom and dad). And in a wonderful, messy, chaotic situation, Amelia Rose came into the world. She is the most calm sweet laid back baby. We are now at home with a daddy who is healthy, a brother and sister who can't keep away from her, and a mommy who is still learning to "TRUST THE PROCESS"!!!!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Good Friday at Holy Trinity Church
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We had local artists draw the stations of the cross and had some interactive prayer/footwashing stations.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Jesus on the Street Corner
There are only 2 shops in our village. One is a high-priced specialty shop with a coffee machine, organic produce, fresh meats, baked goods and extensive international spices. For those of you in Cleveland, TN, it’s similar to Gardner’s Market--except without the sandwich bar. The other one is The Co-Operative, or simply “the Co-op.” Although not a full-on supermarket, the Co-op has what you need to get by. It’s the typical English “corner store.” It’s only 3 blocks away from our house, so several times a week I walk up there in the evening to replace our milk, juice, and whatever sweets my pregnant wife might be craving at the moment (tonight it turned out to be strawberry cheesecake).
The Co-op, strangely enough, is also a hang-out spot for bored teens. They loiter outside, smoke cigarettes (it’s alarming how many teens here smoke--I’d guess somewhere around 40-50%) and have a laugh. Tonight as I made my way up to the shop, I saw 3 teens who hang out at the Youth Centre. They have been coming regularly for about 2 months so I am starting to develop relationships with each of them, slowly but surely.
As I prepare to enter the shop, one of the teens--a female--stops me and says, “I know you’re a youth leader and all, but if I give you money will you buy me some fags?” If you didn’t know, “fags” are cigarettes. Of course, I decline. (It is not only unethical, but illegal.) She retorts, “if you buy them for me, you can have one.” I quickly quip back, “I have nothing against living a long and healthy life so I don’t need to smoke.” She gets my joke, and her friend does too. Being a non-smoker, the friend very much approves of my judgmental jesting, all in good fun of course.
Another teen walks up. He is the brother of one of the present teens. He approaches sipping on an open beer bottle. As he is eighteen, it is legal for him to purchase and drink alcohol (although I’m not sure if he is allowed to do so publicly). He also reeks of marijuana. He also happens to be one of the teens arrested for breaking into our youth centre 3 months prior. Fortunately, he and I still have somewhat of a relationship. Soon after I found out he had been arrested, I phoned him and invited him back to the Youth Centre any time. It seemed like the Jesus-thing to do.
He asks his sister to hold his beer while he fumbles through his pockets for something. She nonchalantly takes a sip of his beer while his back is turned. She is sixteen. I take this as my cue to head into the shop for my supplies. Juice, milk, strawberry cheesecake.
As I leave the Co-op to head back to my house, I say goodbye to my congregation. Although they would never consider themselves that, and I don’t use that term to their faces, it seems appropriate to me. The sounds of church bells can be heard, ringing from high atop the hill a half-mile away. As I walk down the street toward home, I can’t help but reflect on this surreal experience. And I have no doubt in my mind that Jesus would be standing on the street corner with these teens. No thought given to his reputation. No thought given to whether people would think He is condoning their behavior or not. Just loving them enough to be out there with them.
Pray for us as we attempt to represent Jesus to these teens. God is stirring in my heart in ways I haven’t experienced before--or at least not for a long time. I have a hunger for revival. And I pray that these very teens will be the catalysts.
Love,
Loyd
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