by Hannah Brenchner
At the current moment, I'm sitting at the dining room table with as many windows as possible flung open. Spring is coming and I am here for it. I'm sipping my tea and thanking God for a slow and quiet Sunday. Lane, on the other hand, is somewhere in South Carolina in a minivan full of 9th-grade boys on his way to a Weezer concert (yes, that band is still around). The concert doesn't start until 8 pm and he likely won't get back to Atlanta until 2 or 3 in the morning. All that he is experiencing
right now sounds like my personal nightmare but I cannot tell you how proud of him I am for driving the minivan, for taking those boys through the McDonald's drive-thru at 1 in the morning.
Lane is a part of the students' ministry at our church. Our church is pretty massive so when I say "students ministry" I really mean hundreds upon hundreds of kids in one place. It can be hard to make a dent or an impact. It's extra hard when you think about how flighty and boy-ish 9th-grade boys can be. When he made this commitment, he was nervous. Unsure of himself. Unsure of what he had to offer. I can only imagine how hard it is to walk into a group that has already formed a pretty strong
bond and insert yourself. Yet, he's been doing it for the last 6 months or so.
This morning, he and I grabbed brunch before he headed off and we talked about how much grown there'd been. How there used to be a time where the boys didn't even acknowledge him. How it wasn't up until he spent a weekend with them in a cabin that he actually felt like they knew him or wanted to be around him. We talked about how one day, if not this day...
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