Summer Youth Camps
Jam packed with crazy fun activities, youthful worship times, and practical Bible instruction, our Youth Camp experiences at...
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By Stephanie Ziebarth, Barnabas Mentor Coordinator
Tonight Anna, Claire (our exchange student) and I headed up to Joy El to slip into the back of the worship center for the Father-Son Retreat’s evening chapel session (the rest of the family is already there for the weekend). Tom Harmon, one of our favorite preachers (due not only to his preaching, but also his character and friendship), is preaching this weekend, and we wanted to participate in at least one session.
Well, we picked the right one: the Gospel.
Tom preached the Gospel tonight, and he gave an invitation at the end. It was a very public invitation. No one was to close their eyes. Tom was simply to step down among the rows and anyone who sensed God nudging him to respond to the Gospel was to step forward and join hands with him and whoever else was responding.
When Tom opened the invitation, no one moved. There was such a lack of response that I felt my heart ache. I ramped up the prayers, battling in prayer (more on that later). Then one teenaged boy stepped forward. This precious young man was someone I knew--a friend of my son’s. Being the only one to step forward for something like this would not be a natural thing for him to do. I was moved. That would have been enough. That would have been worth...