Tod Worner is remembering his Dad's wisdom in a piece that should be read by all:
I remember it quite clearly when he said it. And it hit me hard. My dad was sitting across the table
from me at a Burger King. My stepmom was sitting next to him. We had just walked away from a Sunday church service that was the culminating event of a weekend non-denominational retreat known as “Teens Encounter Christ”. While I had always heard good things about this retreat, my personal experience was simply stunning. From Friday night until Sunday morning, we slept in a church, listened to speakers of great Christian faith and example, prayed, sang, ate, bonded and were overwhelmed by the attention of volunteers who sought to drive the point home that we are immensely and undeniably loved by Christ. The finishing touch to the weekend was to walk utterly surprised into a sanctuary filled with our loved ones who surprised us with tender, loving letters they had written in our absence. The palpable sense of Christ on this retreat approached the mystical for me. Even now, as time and distance separate me from this weekend, I am still deeply stirred.
And yet…And yet.
Go finish it.
Good stuff.
Carry on.
from me at a Burger King. My stepmom was sitting next to him. We had just walked away from a Sunday church service that was the culminating event of a weekend non-denominational retreat known as “Teens Encounter Christ”. While I had always heard good things about this retreat, my personal experience was simply stunning. From Friday night until Sunday morning, we slept in a church, listened to speakers of great Christian faith and example, prayed, sang, ate, bonded and were overwhelmed by the attention of volunteers who sought to drive the point home that we are immensely and undeniably loved by Christ. The finishing touch to the weekend was to walk utterly surprised into a sanctuary filled with our loved ones who surprised us with tender, loving letters they had written in our absence. The palpable sense of Christ on this retreat approached the mystical for me. Even now, as time and distance separate me from this weekend, I am still deeply stirred.