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I am the son of a pastor who is the son of a pastor. I grew up hating the church, and wondering if all this God stuff was crap. All we would do every week is stand up, sit down, sing a few songs, eat a few crackers, clap, listen to my dad blab, and then go home. I never felt God, and nothing seemed real. Then, in 1998, I was asked to become the youth pastor of my church. Ofcourse I turned the position down right away, thinking that working with young people, and talking to them about a God I didn't really know wasn't such a good idea. But for some reason, I eventually said yes. That one decision set off a series of events in my life that have left my whirling ever since. At first, things went really well. The previous youth pastor left about five kids attending youth group on a regular basis. In about two months we had 20. I had arrived--or so I thought. It wasn't too long before the honeymoon was over, and we stopped growing as a group. I couldn't understand it. I was so filled with pride and arrogance that I couldn't understand why we didn't have thousands of kids filling our church and Jesus showing up bodily every week! To make a long story short, God killed me. I had an experience with Him that radically changed my life forever. Now all I care about is loving every young person that comes across my path, and giving my life to my Lord. So if this section is supposed to be about me, then all that is me is God. He is my everything. And my sole reason for doing this is to touch a young person with His love.