As I work with the teenage boys in my congregation at church, I often think about Mike.
When I was a teen myself, I was deeply attached to the media, and its messages led me to largely reject the faith I’d so recently embraced. I didn’t go to church much, and wasn’t always kind towards efforts to reach out to me.
The biggest exception was Mike. Mike was an older, divorced man in my ward at church. One day, he called and asked if he could take me to a movie. I thought it was odd, but hey…free movie.
We talked about the ideas in the film afterwards, and he took seriously my shallow, morose interpretation of things, without knocking them down as he easily could have.
Over the next several months, we got together a few more times. Continue reading