This morning I went to Denny's and met with 5 other youth pastors in the area.
It was really nasty. The coffee was stale, the oatmeal was runny, the middle school pastor who ordered the grand slamwhich (how very clever of them) almost gagged, and the waiter practically had us lift our feet as he vacuumed beneath our table. But it still turned out okay.
We talked, we shared, we prayed, we dreamed, and we brainstormed together. One high school/college pastor asked these 2 questions:
- How do you share the gospel with a generation that thinks they are going to live forever?
and
-How do you tell students who have everything that they are in need?
I walked away blessed and our conversation still has me thinking. I don't have the answers yet (will I ever?), but I am looking forward to wrestling with these and all the other ideas that are floating around in my mind.
So that's why Denny's turn out okay. And that's why I'll be going there again next month.
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