Being a teenager is tough. I think the years of highschool are some of the most trying years of a persons life.
When I was 7 years old we moved from the Kansas City area to a small town about two hours north called Chllicothe, MO. We attended a small town church with a congregation that ran about 50 on a good Sunday. Our youth group ran between 10-15 people, but out of the youth group there where only 2 people my age. Everyone else was much older than I was so I spent alot of time with the two that were my age. This was great, I had some on fire friends who supported me and worshipped with me, but as we got older, things started to change. These two friends of mine were pretty popular in high school, I was quiet and minded my own business for the most part, so I didn’t have alot of friends in school. These two friends started getting invited to parties, and things that if I went to, and my parents found out, would slaughter me.
Well, Long story short, the spirit of rebellion came into my youth group. I felt so uncool because I had never been to a party, My youth group offered me ciggarettes and alcohol which I had tasted, but never really partook in them. I was on the fence, not knowing what to do. I wanted to be a part of the world, My spirit had given up on God. I didnt know why living for God would be so embarassing.
Then one day, at a youth service, I heard a story that forever changed my life.
This story was about a young boy. It was his birthday, and his parents bought him a kit to build a model boat. He was so happy. He was going to make this boat the most beautiful boat in the WHOLE world. He opened the box, and pulled the pieces out slowly. He examined them closely making sure they were without blemish. After he has all the pieces sorted and organized, he slowly started to assemble the boat. In no time at all it was almost complete. He needed to paint it. He went and found some white and red paint, and painted the hull of the boat white. He painted a little red stripe down the side of it. This boat was looking PERFECT. Now came the last part, put on the sail. He searched and searched for the perfect sail, Finally, it was completed. Now came time to test his creation. He walked out to the lake, and set his little boat in the water. It floated. It looked perfect. As the little boy reached for his boat, a wind came, the little sails filled with air, and the boat was taken off into the distance. His boat was lost. The boy walked home devastated. A few days later the boy was walking hom from school, and walked by a local pawnshop, and when he looked in the window, he saw his boat. He ran in and picked it up. The ship’s hull had a hole in it, the mast was snapped, the sail was torn. EVEN through all the mess, the little boy found his boat. He walked up to the owner, and explained to him how he made the boat and then how he lost the boat. The owner explained to him how he purchased it off someone, so if he wants it hes going to have to pay for it. The little boy went home and worked so hard. He did extra chores. He worked day and night to earn the money for his boat. When he finally reached enough he ran back to the clerk and gave him the money. The boy picked up his boat and stepped outside. He held the boat up to the sun and said, “I made you, I lost you, and then I bought you back”
After hearing this story, I felt like I was that little boat.
Genesis 1:27 God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created he him; male and female created he them.
Gensis says we were made in HIS image. To me that means we were created beautifuly, God brought us up from the dirt. He got his hand’s dirty to create us.
I let the spiritual winds fill my sails, and it took me to a very dark place. However, I am constantly reminded of an event that happened about 2012 years ago, on a mount called Calvary. He paid the price. He made me, he lost me, and he bought me back.