Where do I start? I thought this YAR was simply amazing. On the surface, it may have seemed like an ordinary YAR, but  the implications I saw were far from ordinary. What I saw at YAR were men, men of God. I saw a future for our church future leaders, fathers, and , yes, pastors (and I foresee them giving very beautiful vignettesâ I'm sorry. Did that sound feminine?). Most importantly when I remember this YAR, I will remember the YAR when I saw young men crying out to God.

I came to this YAR not sure of what to expect. To be honest, I expected to see the usual group of young men looking pretty and tough. But something has changed...drastically. There was such a freedom from the moment we got there. We've all had our fill of the routine, I guess.  We're tired of ho-hum, lackadaisical worship. We've all grown up (for the most part!). And I can't say what a sigh of relief I breathed.. Oh God, this is what it was meant to be!  What really iced the cake was the prayer concert on Saturday night. They weren't fancy elaborate prayers filled with theology and doctrine, but they were from the heart. Every one of them. And they were our prayers... God , we're not perfect but we want you.

And how could we forget the svveeeeeeet fellowship. All those jokes...I must say Paul and Jojy should do some sort of comedy act. They are just too much! Yes, Sony, you too, Mr. Pata!

There was such a bonding there. We all felt it. No clicks or clubs just the YAR BROTHERHOOD (hey I like dat!). I know for me this YAR was a turning point..... to new and greater things. 

In Him,
Ben Harris.