It is almost eleven o'clock at
night. I just got home from work for the second time this evening. I
got called away from my home earlier in the evening to go and help solve
a problem at one of our school's campus dormitories. It is late, I am
tired and I should be justifiably "grouchy" about putting in a sixteen
hour day, but instead I am brimming over with gratitude towards God.
At
the International School in South Korea where I work, we board nearly
220 students. I got called into one of our high school dormitories
this evening to assist the Residence Director with a potentially
serious situation. The issue was resolved rather quickly and as I was
walking out the front door of the dormitory, headed for home, I noticed
the dorm students gathering in the recreation room for a time of late
night Bible study and prayer. I decided to stay.
As
the kids gathered and sat on couches, chairs and pillows throughout the
room many of them said "hello" to me and acted surprised to see me in
their "home." The evening devotional time was simply a time of silent
prayer as the R.A. on duty strummed quietly on her guitar.
As
I sat there praying with a bunch of 9th, 10th, 11th and 12th grade boys
and girls from different places, experiences and cultures throughout the
world, I quickly realized that I was in a place that many would call
"holy ground."
Tonight
I sat and prayed with children of missionaries whose parents are
serving in very "dark" places in the world. The kids know much better
than I of struggle and sacrifice and they know what a privilege it is
to be attending school and living in safety in a dormitory with friends
and adults that care about them and love them.
I
prayed with teenagers who are essentially, "on their own." They have
been living away from their upwardly mobile, affluent parents for years
and they are tasked with the responsibility of achieving educational
success and subsequently a "ticket" to the good life of Western
Education. They are alone except for the fact that they have dorm
parents, good friends and God.
For
me there was something special about praying with these kids tonight.
As I prayed, I wondered what the students were thinking about and
praying for. Tears filled my eyes as I remembered the joys, the pain,
the fears and the questions that filled my teenage heart so long ago.
Tonight God reminded me that He was with me then and he is with the
students in the dorm now.
God also reminded me that He is with me now too.
It
is late. The house is quiet. My wife and daughters are asleep and I
have had a long day. I am tired, but I am not feeling alone,
discouraged or justifiably grouchy. Rather, I am at peace. I know
that God is with me, He loves me and I am thankful.
By the way, He loves you too. G'nite.