Unexpected

Every Friday morning I wake up well before the sun and head to work early. Friday's are FCA days. The Fellowship of Christian Athletes Meets at 6:30 am at our school. It is the only time that we can meet. It hurts to get up that early, but I do it for the students. Now, I am no athlete, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to openly share what I believe and meet some different students in the school, so I volunteered to help out. We have around 20-35 students on a regular basis. Pretty good for 6:30 in the morning. 

Today we had a new guest speaker. We often have youth pastors in to speak( if you are ever interested, please let me know!) but today was someone new. They are called Broken Voices. They make films and challenge people about how they walk out their faith. It was really encouraging. I am going to watch their new DVD, Anthem, tonight. Anyway, they showed a short film and then spoke. I think that the students really enjoyed it. All I  knew was that my heart said "pray for me."

After they wrapped up, I told the guys that I felt like I was supposed to ask them to pray for us as teachers, walking the halls of a forgotten mission field. I started crying. The other leader got emotional. Times are tough. As many times as you tell someone you work with drug dealers and gang members, that one of your students has had three abortions by the age of 17, it takes a while to sink in. This is our everyday life. This is our everyday walk. We can't openly profess our faith in the classroom. It wears on you. They agreed to pray for us. They are visiting other schools in the area. I am curious to know the differences between the schools. We are going to stay in touch. 

I found my self praying on the way to class, "God let your light shine through me." Now, I am asking you to pray for me, that God's light would shine through me. So many of these students are in a desperate state. They need the Lord. I want them to meet Him. All that I can do is pray. 

So, today, I cried in front of strangers and some students. That was unexpected. God moved on my heart for my school, my workplace. If I can cry in front of them, I can cry in front of you and ask you to pray. Not just for me, but for all of the teachers walking out their relationship with God in front of students and coworkers. They may be the only Jesus that those students ever meet and so many times their hands are tied with what they can and can not say. Please pray that they would have opportunities to share one on one with students. Pray that they would have discernment. Pray that God would shine through them without words. 

Thanks for praying, and thanks for reading. Has anything unexpected happened to you lately?