This past weekend our young adults group went away on a retreat. You know the young adults group that meets in a skeezy country bar? Yes, that one. Forty four of us drove out to the country, packed into a lodge and spent some quality time together.
We laughed, we played, we learned, we prayed, we worshiped, we sang, and we ate. A lot.
I can’t possibly tell you everything about the weekend. I can tell you we played some icebreaker games so loud and intense, by the time I went to bed Friday night, my throat was sore and my voice was hoarse.
I can tell you that we did some scavenger hunting and my team (The Colonel Mustards)
annihilated the other teams even with a one minute penalty that we received because I decided to stand and chat with our guest speaker instead of run with my team (I’m not lazy…I’m RELATIONAL). I can tell you that the Nic[k]s lead worship with two acoustic guitars and blew the roof off of the place. I can tell you that Snuggies were worn. I can tell you we sat around a campfire and told fart stories. I can tell you that I had this silly look of glee plastered on my face the whole weekend.
I can tell you that our group is now very familiar with Tripp and Tyler videos. I can tell you that I heard some pretty phenomenal stories. I can tell you that Dave Mills is my new best friend. I can tell you that some of the attendees committed their lives to Christ. I can tell you that peoples’ lives were changed. Perspectives were shifted, including my own.
I can tell you that my generation struggles with identity. We don’t know who we are, we don’t know where we’re going and we don’t know what’s supposed to happen once we get there. We are lost, we are broken, we are desperately trying to figure all of this out. We look to people and things around us in an attempt to discover our identity, but we end up further lost and more broken. We don’t look for our identity in the right places.
What we need is a Saviour. We need to be scooped up and rescued. We need Him to come and get us. We need a Lord to be the leader of our lives and the director of our paths. When we finally see that our true identity is found in Christ alone, change will come.
It’s impossible to encounter Jesus and leave unchanged.