By Ali Barnett
I have been thinking a lot lately about an important life lesson that I learned from Kenny and I would love to share with you, in case you find yourself in a place of needing a little encouragement this week.
Who's Kenny? It is such a privilege to share Kenny's story with you because Kenny's life has changed mine.
I met Kenny during YFC Camp. As soon as he got off the bus, he insisted on breaking rules.
His demeanor was aggressive, he refused to follow instruction, and disregarded the authorities.
When it was time for Club—the creative, engaging program where kids attend after dinner—Kenny would run down the path, towards the woods, away from the club building. Eventually we would get him into the club room, where he refused to sit within the taped-off section for students. He slumped against the back wall, totally disengaged.
He refused to participate in any camp activities and at one point he even destroyed one leader’s suitcase of clothing by urinating all over it.
This was Kenny's first time at YFC Camp and you might say he was out of control.
Leaders were getting exhausted and running out of ways to engage Kenny. Maybe Camp wasn't the best setting for him.
But God.
Midweek, I decided to try a different approach. I'd heard that Kenny skipped out on his high ropes ride and went to find him.
I offered him a ride on the golf cart, inviting him to the smoothie shop.
While on our way, I introduced him to my husband, Lennox, who was leading worship for the camp. We gave him a CD and a hat.
Then we continued into the smoothie shop and when I handed him his smoothie, he said "Why are you being so nice to me? I have been so horrible to you all week."
Finally. A doorway to have a real, intentional conversation with Kenny.
A conversation that opened up an opportunity for me to ask him more about his story, share parts of my story, and explain the grace in God's story that allows me to respond with kindness, because I have received so much kindness from God.
Kenny listened. He asked questions. He answered some.
For the first time in 3 days, I began to see that layers in Kenny's story were beginning to peel back.
Heartache. Broken home. Neglect. ADHD. Moving schools. As Kenny shared, God peeled back the layers of frustration in my own heart and filled me with his compassion. This kid had been through so much and he was only in middle school.
I asked Kenny why he wasn't participating in activities and if there were any rides that he wanted to do. He answered, "I want to do the high ropes, but I am scared." I told him we could ride the golf cart over to the high ropes and he could just try on the harness. He didn't have to climb if he didn't want to, but we could move one step at a time. "Just try on the harness."
It took 45 minutes to convince him that he could do it. He had it in him. And this picture, below, is the smile of success. He did the entire ropes course.