Good Friday
So on Good Friday Marquise, a regular skatesider, came up to me a little before tear down time and asked, “Hey Kozmo, can we do something tonight?”
I didn’t know what he meant, but I said, “Sure, what do you want to do?”
“Anything man, I just don’t want to go home yet.”
“OK, man let me think about that.”
Shortly after I was putting something away in the kitchen, and I saw a bunch of left over popcorm, and it hit me, we can have a movie and popcorn night! So I went and got Marquise and his friend Robert and asked them if they wanted to watch a movie. They both emphatically said “Yea.”
So we walked next door to the local movie store, (Yea, we still have those on the Westside) and started looking for movies. It was hard to find something that we all wanted to watch and that would be appropriate, until finally I realized and said out loud, “It is good
Friday, we should watch The Passion.”
As soon as I said this, Marquise said, “Yea, that movie is scary!”
So we grabbed the movie, put the ramps away, and about 10 kids stayed back to start watching the film, while I popped popcorn. I came in about 15 minutes after it started, and they were all pretty into it. These guys are rarely quiet for 5 minutes straight, so to see them so engaged was awesome, and to be honest I did not expect it. I thought they would get over it quickly and have me turn it off, but instead they just sat and watched the whole thing, asking me questions through out.
Afterwards their attitude was very solemn. One student told me, “Man Kozmo, I was praying throughout the whole movie.” Remember these are not church kids, these are neighborhood kids who may or may not have a church background. I have to be honest, I am normally a skeptic of emotionally pulling movies, especially like “The Passion”, but I was very impressed by the way the story of our messiah pulled these guys in. I think part of what happened that night was that God showed these guys truth, he showed them just how much He really loves them, and that spoke to them. Many of them told me afterwards that they felt sad and kind of guilty, one skatesider even said that he couldn’t help feeling like he was somehow responsible for His suffering.
Thank you Lord for always planting seeds in these young men’s hearts, and for letting this curmudgeon of a kingdom worker be a witness to Your amazing grace.
