I felt self-conscious. Out of place. It was hard for me to enter a crowd of twenty-something’s as the only senior citizen in sight. “Why is he here?,” I thought they must be thinking. I had been invited by Phil Comer, the pastor of A Jesus Church, then called Solid Rock, to attend their weekly gathering of college-aged kids called “The Way.” I had heard over a thousand young people attended each Friday night for worship, teaching, and fellowship. That sounded more like a move of God than a church service. I could hardly believe that many young people would forsake their traditional party night, travel from all over two states, and converge in remodeled warehouse to connect with God.
In some miraculous and mysterious way, in spite of my self-consciousness due to the obvious generational gap, I huddled as “one” with over a thousand kids under the umbrella of Christ’s love. For a brief moment on a Friday night in April, 2008, I was transported to heaven and “perfected in unity” together with saints of every age who proclaim with conviction…
“I worship the God of our fathers as a follower of the Way,” (Acts 24.14).
