Those who have been reading my blog for more than a year or so will know that I left school early and homeschooled, and started ministry stuff when I was 16. During those first eighteen months, I tended to be the youngest at most things. The youngest at young adults. The youngest on internship. The youngest Hope Centre staff member. The youngest at the orientation week for the Tauranga House of Prayer, or the 24-7 conferences.
It got a little better… more young people joined staff, we had an intern who was younger than I was the second year… but throughout the last few years, I still find myself being the youngest.
Today was a perfect example. I am attending a two day gathering called the “NZ Prayer Leaders Gathering” – for people who lead prayer movements in their city, region or in the nation. My senior pastor asked me to attend, since I co-ordinate the prayer room at our church, which we want to see established for the region, not just for our church.
The next youngest people were over 30… both incredible, amazing people that I look up to (one leads the Tauranga HOP and one is the national director for 24-7NZ.) The thing was, that they left about 3.30… which then meant, that as far as I could tell, the next youngest person was at least twice my age.
Where are all the young adults? God is shifting something significantly amongst prayer and the way we do pray and the demographics of those who pray… but I was slightly frustrated (and weirded out) about being the youngest one all day…
