Letters to the Chapel: The Study

Posted: May 23, 2016 in Uncategorized
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Let me take you back in time, before everything at the church changed. Let me take the clock back to the days that I was happy. The days were before the college days, long before the days of being forced to do something I was content doing freely. These were the days of my high school years. I was happy with where I was as a Christian. I was content with serving the Lord and following the rules of the road. I was excited about the advancement of the kingdom, and was willing to do anything to help. It was easier to follow back then, before college. Let me take you to my Senior Year, the year that I wanted to take all my “holy” knowledge and pass it on to others. This was the year that I would stick my head out and change my friends lives. I had the plan in my head, a plan that was rock solid. All I had to do was move, and the plan was most guaranteed to work by its self. The plan was to start a bible study and invite all my friends to it. But knowing that no one would come to it outside of school threw me through some hoops, which led me to a walk with my friend, Seth, a fellow Christian at VHS (Virginia High School.)
I was in church, one night, when my youth pastor began to talk about evangelism. I still hadn’t made a career decision (at this point), but I was open for anything ( as long as it had something to do with ministry, that is). When my youth pastor began to speak about this topic, I grew overly excited about the possibilities of  God using me. By the end of the long sermon, I was almost set that this was the job for me, that is when the planning began. I was planning to set a new found revival to VHS, one that would leave a permanent dent on the hallways, forever. But I didn’t want to do it alone, I needed one more person to go in with me. That is where Seth comes in; he was a Christian, and he wanted the same thing as me, so who would be better than him? I would train him and give him the group, after I was long gone from that school. He would then be in charge and the revival could continue, since he did still have four-years. So, after the sermon, that night, I called Seth and told him that we needed to talk. He told me that he was busy, but we could meet up, the next day, and take a walk. That night I was unable to sleep, I was too busy thinking of all the details, worrying that if I missed one thing it would all be screwed up. I wrote down every detail of this project; from when the meeting will start, where, and why. Every stone had been turned, it was now time to sell the idea to Seth and begin the project.
During the walk, Seth was intrigued about the idea, but we both had a worry “Where would we have the meeting?” As I said before, I had the where, that wasn’t the problem, the real problem was trying to convince the people to allow us to have it there. I thought that the school would be a perfect place to have it. It would be perfect, people would come for the meeting and then go to class. That way we could invite our friends to it, and they would be more likely to come, since they had to come to school anyway. Seth apposed the problem being the School. The school system is strict about Church and School being separate, solely to avoid any discrimination. This was something that I understood and was willing to face, with or without Seth. Sadly, the meeting was without Seth. I went in, that next Monday, and set a meeting with our super attendant. She liked me so this was a piece of cake, or so I thought. She called me in immediately.
     My heart was pounding as she sat across from me holding her hands together, wanting me to do most of the talking. I told her my idea, which sounded crazy when it came out to her, but she bought it. She was very strict on the rules of the group. She had a idea of her own, one that was going to stick if I wanted the group. She ideally gave me a time, she told me that it had to be before school, in a class room. I wasn’t happy with the fact of getting up before school, since I had a rough time sleeping, but this was my chance to expand the kingdom, so I took it. I told her that I was willing to do whatever, little did I know what that meant.
After the meeting, I got a note from the super attendant. She listed a few things that had to be done to get the group started, along with a list of rules that had to followed. I had to write out a 2-page description of the group, what it would cover, and why it would help anyone. That was the easy part. The hard part to follow were the rules. She had everything down to the last “T” being crossed.

1. You can’t invite anyone to the meeting during school hours.
2. You aren’t allowed to work on any lessons during school hours.

     These were just a couple of the rules. I was stressing on how well this group would do if I couldn’t talk about the group, during school hours. How else was I suppose to invite people? With the worse part behind me, I set out to make this idea a reality. I invited a few people, outside of school, and told them to invite some people, also. I set the first day of the meetings, now it was time to make the sermon. With me being a pastor trainee, the sermon was the least of my worries. I was ready to engage the crowd and get the best results. The only problem was no one showed up, other than Seth and I. I waited until 15 minutes ‘til after realizing no one was coming, I simply asked Seth to pray. We spent the first few meetings praying for one person to show up.
     There was never a huge crowd, but there was a couple people that came. This was after weeks of praying. Finally, after weeks of drilling the Lord, he gave us a group of three. That was the best result of the group. This was the best outcome of the group, but it was also the most touching message. I prepared a sermon solely for this day. I was ready for the crowd, I was ready to touch some hearts. If this was going to be the only chance I would get, I wasn’t going to waste it. That day I remember the laughs, the responses, and the heart filled stories that came from the groups mouth. They understood the message. I had a warm feeling in my body as we closed with a prayer. Though we had a great turnout, the group decreased over the weeks. It was too much from people to get out of bed, especially to come to school, and to learn about something they didn’t have interest in. The group, even with the strength of the Lord, came to an end. School was becoming too much, that I finally stopped the group meetings. With all the test, classes, and holidays I ran out of gas.
I think about how I quit, and at first I was upset, but now I know I did the right thing. I was starting to fail my classes (because I was more worried about the outcomes) which was one of the rules “You will be asked to stop the group, if you fail to maintain a ? gpa.” I am sad that it came to an end, but at the same time, I am still glad that I started it. I stepped out in faith and didn’t worry about what others thought. Finally, I did something for me. I wish the group would have grew, but what’s important is that I grew through it! 

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