I shared a story a few weeks ago about a teenage boy named Ronnie that was new to our youth group last year.  (See Youth Prayer Circle:https://prayerencounters.com/2012/07/06/youth-prayer-circle/)

At our most recent Summer Hoops program Ronnie showed up.  It was the first time I had seen him this summer.  He had some trouble getting on a team, which is a shame because he can really play.  So instead he just hung out with the other boys.  And of course, he chatted all the way through my half-time message.

As we were eating, he asked if I could take him home afterward.  I agreed.  His family had moved out of walking distance at the end of the school year.

I needed to leave early to get home in time for dinner with extended family that was in town to see our new baby.

“Ronnie,” I said. “Please hurry up and eat.  I need to get home to my family.”

He got up and tossed his half-eaten plate in the trash.  Uggh.  “Ok. Let’s go.”

“I didn’t mean you had to throw it away.”

He walked on ahead of me.

We got into the car.  He said, “Was that your wife holding that baby in the back of the gym?”  Yes it was.  He paused a bit, “I tried to call you, but you didn’t answer.”  I had noticed he had called, but I was in the middle of something.  He did not leave a message.  “My mom had to have surgery.  She lost a baby.  It got stuck in her tubes.  I wanted you to come and pray with her like we do at church.  She ok now.”  He pause and then said, “I ain’t gonna cause any trouble on Wednesday nights any more.  I’ll be good.”

Family could wait.  “Is she at home now?”

“Yeah, I been takin’ care of her.”

“We could go pray for her now.”

He led me up the stairs and he went in the door and signaled for me to wait.  He came back, “She on the balcony.”  He led me to her.

She had the look of dulled pain and grief that I have seen many times.  She smiled faintly when she saw me.  “Hey, Pastor Paul.”

We talked a little about what had happened.  Ronnie stood by her.  Then I offered to pray.  He took my hand with his right hand and his mother’s with his left.  I took her hand and we prayed.

It was a family prayer circle.

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