Superstar Kidz Club
Where do you think you would find five teens every Saturday morning for months in a row?
Not sleeping in! They're out on the streets by 9 am taking the love of Jesus to the poorest neighborhoods in our town. That takes commitment. That takes passion. That takes radical hearts! I am amazed by this generation. As my husband likes to say, "this is the generation that will!" And it is.
We don't have to travel thousands of miles to find our mission field. It's right here. In our backyards. In lines at the food pantry, under the interstate, in fatherless homes and neglected playgrounds. And if we really believe in a love that's bigger than this world, then we'll find them. We'll find hungry hearts and fill them with Jesus. If we really believe in eternity, then what is temporary won't matter quite as much anymore.
I asked God to break my heart for what breaks His. And I'm overwhelmed with heartache. I cry every time I visit Superstar Kidz Club and get to pray with a little lonely boy or girl as tears run down their cheeks. "God, they need love! What can I give them?" Those thoughts tumbled through my mind, arms wrapped over a little boy's shoulder as he cried over the loss of his best friend. You can give them my Son. I'll never leave them or forsake them. God's love is the greatest gift. We prayed and I told him that Jesus will be his best friend. Closer than a brother.
Because he's been that for me.
I've lost best friends. I've been that lonely little kid who cried themselves to sleep. Something beautiful happened to me, though. Jesus really and truly became my best friend. He was always the first one I shared my secrets with. The one I ran to with my hurts and my fears and my insecurities. He held my hand and never let go. He showered me with his love, filled my heart with joy.
I want that for everyone.