Things are moving ahead in dramatic fashion at sk8 Church. In addition to the change in schedule for the skaters on Friday night there is also the Thursday night Bible-Study at my house.
Schedule change: Our numbers were growing to the point that we decided to create middle-school age session and High-School session. We decided to keep them on Friday night which eliminated having a completely different night to manage. It makes a long 5 hour "on-site" ministry but it is do-able. We noticed a change in the attitude of both groups which we describe as positive. The younger kids have their "own" time and aren't pressured by older skaters. The adult skater (Doug) is also able to work with maturing skaters to help them develop stronger skills.
The older skaters enjoy themselves more as well. The pace stays rapid and they loosen up quite a bit. We have more personal chat-time with the olders because we are not "putting out fires" with the youngers.
We are going to try and do a barbecue each Friday (hot dogs). It does provide a need as some kids come directly to the sk8 Church building after school.
We have a lot of prayer-needs. I could make quite a list here but just lift up the ministry that we may be able to communicate to the kids the depth of who God is. Pray that the eyes of their hearts would be open to knowing God. Pray that they would understand that they were made for God and become true worshipers. That is our focus. Our Father knows our every need and how everything that we have on our list of dreams is for the sake of bringing HIM glory. We submit that list to Him for his provision. Would you please join us in praying? Thank-you.
The following words are from a song I know as "Hymn of the Welsh Revival". The words say what my heart sings as I reflect upon God's great love for us. Following these two stanzas will be the web address for the entire song. Still, insufficient words describing magnificent love.
Blessings,
Mike Baber
Here is love, vast as the ocean,
Lovingkindness as the flood,
When the Prince of Life, our Ransom,
Shed for us His precious blood.
Who His love will not remember?
Who can cease to sing His praise?
He can never be forgotten,
Throughout Heav’n’s eternal days.
On the mount of crucifixion,
Fountains opened deep and wide;
Through the floodgates of God’s mercy
Flowed a vast and gracious tide.
Grace and love, like mighty rivers,
Poured incessant from above,
And Heav’n’s peace and perfect justice
Kissed a guilty world in love.
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