I'll admit it. I felt like an old fogey. The teens had the service this Morning in church and they Wanted us to stand and do the Choreography with them. Punch one arm up, Then the other, Clap in between, Join in their gyrations. My set-in-your-ways dad would Have been appalled. As for me, I was just out Of my comfort zone. But I half-heartedly joined in Observing that I wasn't the only Clumsy, reluctant one. As the service continued, however, I noticed a change. The young people's enthusiasm began To rub off. The words of their songs were solid. The skits had a message. I found my heart responding to these "Operation Barnabas" young people Whose mission for the summer Was to be encouragers. By the last song I was so moved that I rose to my feet spontaneously. I joined in the singing with Tears pushing against my Eyelids. I lifted my hands. I worshipped. And if dad had been with me, Even he would have approved. |