I’m back after a week in Appalachian Kentucky. I have no less than a hundred emails to catch up on, about two weeks worth of things to do in the office, eight hours of video training to watch for our new online system, and nearly three weeks of classwork that desperately needs my attention. And, of course, what am I doing? I’m catching up on everyone’s blogs and updating my own. Priorities.
I had a great week in Cumberland (Lynch). Cumberland County is among the top twenty poorest counties in America. The average household income there is right around $17,000, and that number reflects the total combined household income. The poverty there is unimaginable for most of America, and the town is plagued by all kinds of addiction, abuse, and hopelessness. There is a heavy spirit in that mountain town. We spent the week working with some of the most incredible missionaries I have ever met – Terry & Angie Burkeen and Chad & Ryan Morgan. They moved to Lynch on faith that God was calling them to speak life into a lifeless community. They opened Club180, a community center that currently serves as a teen hang-out and will hopefully grow to become a job training center and community gym. They rely on God for provision on a day-to-day basis, and they are dreaming big as they labor in sharing the Gospel with the individuals there.
There were a lot of happenings this week that are worthy of a blog post, but there was one particular moment that marked me as significant and profound. On Friday night, we allowed one of our students to go out with the Burkeens and the Morgans to find a girl who had not been at the club that night. She is only twelve years old, and she lives in a family full of dysfunction, addiction, and abuse. It’s a sticky and volatile situation, and the missionaries had been waiting for an opportunity to intervene. The Spirit prompted one of our girls to go find her, and it fell into place with some things that the missionaries had had on their hearts that day, so we allowed her to go with them despite the danger of the situation. They were not successful in finding the girl, but they did run into a domestic issue at her home and used the moment to call police into the situation.
For all practical reasons, it was a failed mission. They did not find this girl. They are not sure that she was safe. They were not sure that the police would handle the situation well, and it could have actually put the girl in more danger. We just don’t know. But for all spiritual reasons, this was one of the greatest moments I’ve watched in student ministry.
The girl who went with them came back to the school where we were staying, and she was shaken to the core about what she had seen and the fear she felt for this girl. She admitted to having missed an opportunity earlier in the week in talk to her, and she was just broken over her own disobedience and regret. She was terrified for this girl, and she could barely get out any words between heaving sobs. A small group of us (myself, another leader, and several girls) circled around her to pray. As these middle school girls prayed, I was blown away by the depth of their heartbreak and the authenticity of their trust in God. I was already moved to tears in listening to them (a rare occasion for me), and then one girl began to pray. This was the first thing out of her mouth.
“Lord, this must be what it means to share in the fellowship of Your suffering.”
How profound. From the mouth of a middle school girl came one of the most profound statements I’ve ever heard. She understood that the fellowship of His suffering is sharing the heartbreak that He has over lost and hurting children. These girls were broken for the things that break God’s heart, and they understood that this burden for people is the fellowship of His sufferings. I was blown away. I could not believe that a thirteen year old girl could understand so clearly that their ache for this girl reflected a small portion of the ache God has when he sees things like this girl’s family situation. How profound.
I never cease to be amazed at how much I learn from these girls. And while most people cringe at the thought of taking middle school students anywhere (must less on a construction-oriented mission trip), I found myself thinking that night about how great a privilege it was to take them to Kentucky and hear such profound things from the mouths of such young girls. What a privilege.
Edit: One of my girls just started a blog. She is the BEST, and her faith insight is way beyond her years. Check it out here for her perspective on Lynch, KY. 🙂