Profound Love
       This time last week I was with about 250 middle school kids, dancing and screaming at the top of my lungs at the last Wyldlife club at Northbay. Why? Because of Jesus. Not because I enjoy hanging out with middle school kids, or listening to them sing, or seeing them look awkward on stage while they play a ridiculous game, or dancing with them to overplayed pop songs. While I do enjoy all of that with them, the reason I was there was not because I enjoy it. I enjoy it because of Jesus. And I was there because of Jesus.
           Around October or November of last year I decided that I was going to be a Wyldlife leader. I went into college with no desire whatsoever to lead Young Life, and if asked this time last year about Young Life, I would have said that it was a Christian club where a lot of lukewarm/fake Christians wentâand I didnât want any part of it. I had my community at church and I had no time to go to these things called âClubâ or âCampaignersâ because I had dance every night of the week. I knew going in to college that my roommates, who I had met via Facebook, were planning on leading Young Life, but I had no desire. Leading to me was a lot of hanging out with people 1-5 years younger than me and I came to college to hang out with college students.
           But I also came into college eager to do ministry. I had spent my entire high school career missing the gift of sharing Jesus with others, and I knew that needed to change once I got to college. I also went in to college expecting to find a great community of people who were on fire for Jesus. I had been to Miami before and met some people who were following the Lord, and I had heard that they were pretty easy to find at Miami. So I went to every Christian party/get together that the upperclassmen offeredâwhich included Young Life parties and Terrific Tuesday. At those parties I decided that I was just going to meet people and ignore any fears that I had about meeting new people. The YL community quickly became the group of people that I felt most comfortable around and the people who seemed so passionate about their ministry. But that wasnât what changed my heart.
           I started to pray about it because I was starting to feel a pull toward Young Life. I started to realize that my plan for ministry might not be Godâs plan for ministry. And when I heard about the middle school ministry, Wyldlife, I was pulled ever more. Which is weird to think about now because I never had a heart for middle school kids. My major is Middle Education, but I always claimed I wanted to teach grades 4-6, but would never teach 7-9. But here I was with a heart for Wyldlife. Out of nowhere. Or at least it felt out of nowhere.
           And slowly it all started to come together. I was reminded of the summer I spent mentoring the middle school interns at my church and the year of dance that I spent with a team of middle schoolers. I was upset at the time when I got placed on the team, but I started to realize that it might have been God giving me his heart for those girls. I was reminded of my desire to teach and how much I have always loved hanging out with kids. Granted, middle schoolers arenât necessarily kids, but you get a pretty good mix of maturity in 7th and 8th grade. The more I prayed about it, the clearer it became that that was where God wanted me to do his work.
           Shortly after I made that decision, I was almost positive that I was going to be placed at Lakota. Part of me thought there was no way that I could start Wyldlife when I had little to no experience with Young Life at all, but that was just my flesh. The Spirit was reminding me that my competence comes from God and God is perfect at bringing his children into the Kingdom. There would be no amount of experience that would change Godâs plan to bring middle school kids into the Kingdom. I do not have the power to mess up his sovereign will.
           At placement night, every school name that came up that wasnât Lakota, I just knew my name wouldnât be called. And when all of team Lakota, East and West, got on stage, I almost jumped up before my name was called. I think if my name wasnât called, I still would have at least half jumped out of my seat and sat back down in shockâthatâs how sure I was. But after I got placed I couldnât help but wonder why in the world God had revealed it to me. I donât believe in an intuition that comes from ourselves, I believe that God reveals things to us and gives us wisdom and insight into his will and desires for our lives. So I asked God why he chose to reveal where I was getting placed. He answered by saying that he wanted me to have his heart for it, and he wanted his desires for that school to become my desires. It was going to take a lot of sowing with little fruit to show and my desires and love were not even close to being enough for what it was going to take to get Wyldlife started.
           Then here I was at camp, switching between feeling like a failure for only having two girls and feeling blessed to have two girls. I am so blessed to be in a position where I get to see growth. I get to go into this next school year ready to start club and run after kids harder than ever. And I can look back at where we were last year and see how much we have grown since then. And then, hopefully I can be at camp next year with a full cabin looking back at our tiny cabin and the experience I had with the two girls I brought.
           The crazy thing about it all is that I willingly went to camp with middle school kids along with many other leaders my age or older. High school and college students served and loved those kids that entire month of Wyldlife camp. Young Life staff members planned and prayed over program to make it the best week of these kidâs lives. All for the gospel of Jesus Christ. For middle school kids. The rejects. The kids that are annoying and crazy and immature in the eyes of the world. Being at camp, genuinely having fun and loving these girls, is something profound. Itâs absolutely crazy. Just like the love of Jesus. Because, while the world may see these kids as annoying and crazy, Jesus loves them and sees them as beautiful. And that is why we were all there. We were all there to share Jesusâ love with those kids so that they could meet Jesus themselves and decide to follow him.
           When telling people about camp and the crazy things that happened with the kids, many people said, âI could never do that.â I canât do it either. At all. I am just being used. That is why it is such a testament to the unfailing love of Jesus. He wants these kids to know him. He wants them to know his love for them. And he has decided to use me as one of those people. I feel incredibly blessed to be used in such a way.
           I am used, but I am also equally loved. I give to these girls, but I am constantly receiving Jesus. I am never left empty or forgotten. The unbelievable love of Jesus is what gave me the love for these middle school girls. Jesus gave me the joy of being crazy with them. He gave me the patience to handle their immaturity. And he gave me the desire for them to understand how much they are accepted and adored. Wyldlife gives glory to Jesus, because there is nothing of myself that I have to offer middle school girls.














