Happy Wednesday Skyliners!
Here is a quick 6 pm Sunday night recap.
By Ryan Torres
-Find a place to get away from the weekly routine and meet with our Father. Be spiritually cleansed each and every day so that big challenges are insignificant. GET YOUR SECRET PLACE ON!
-When the going gets tough, it’s easy to fall back on bad habits and misdirected paths away from Jesus so make sure to retreat to your special SECRET PLACE and make it a practice. (Important Verse Luke 22:42)
-Why do we need a SECRET PLACE? When everything around us is CRASHING DOWN, there is no answer anywhere else but the presence of GOD. Sometimes, this is all we have.
Please pray for angels to come strengthen our brother in Christ, Alex. He’s going through his second chemo session this week and any support is fantastic. He’ll be at the Oncology dept at Kaiser Hospital off Zion Ave near Mission Gorge on Thurs and Fri from about 9:30am-12pm if you’d like to visit and bring him food lol.
IF YOU WANT TO GO ICE SKATING on Friday, let me know soon because I have tickets at $10 a piece! 619-250-0523
Have a good week ya’ll, God Bless.
Leadership Testimony: KYLE YOUNGKIN
School: San Diego State University
Leadership Position: Worship Leader/ Teaching Team
Favorite Bible Verse: “For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.” –Hebrews 4:15-16
Hometown: San Diego! East County for life.
Favorite Part of Skyline 6: The opportunity to be around a community of people that share the same mindset as me: It’s all about Jesus! So rare to find these days, but Skyline 6 is a constant reminder to me of His faithfulness.
Fun Fact: I may be a white boy from East County, but my favorite musical artist ever is Jay-Z. Favorite quote from him? “I’m not a businessman, I’m a business, mannnn”
Imagine a dark room completely void of light. Are you picturing complete darkness yet? Good. Now picture a boy in middle school, struggling to find his place. He grew up in a Christian household, with every blessing that could possibly be given to him: a loving father that exemplified how to lead a household, a mother that cherished him and strove to give her children a better life, and a sister that he got along with (imagine that!).
Now let me challenge you with this: the room and the boy are the same. You see, both images lack perspective. You cannot figure out what is truly in the room because you simply cannot see it. You have nothing to compare it to. Such is the story with the young middle-schooler named Kyle Youngkin (myself of course), who thought he had it all figured out until complete disaster struck.
As I said before, my early life was undoubtedly a privileged one: vacations each year, a wonderful home to grow up in, and a lack of want for anything. But what I didn’t realize was that I had unknowingly placed my identity in my life, a dangerous place to be.
I was fourteen when my dad committed suicide, and my perspective on life changed forever. My entire life was torn from me: my father was gone, my mother checked out, and my sister was too young to understand any of it.
As a private school kid at Christian High School in El Cajon, I had plenty of “support” from my peers, yet it mostly consisted of ‘Just trust in God!’ or ‘There is a reason for everything.’ (Let me just tell you, when someone goes through something difficult, these are the last things they want to hear.)
My lack of support from any of my family really taught me something about life in general: no one is going to hand me anything. Sure, sometimes opportunities will arise that can be beneficial for me, but the reality I couldn’t grasp is that the best place I can be is dependent on God to get me through.
After my father passed away, I took about a year away from God; in fact, I wanted absolutely nothing to do with Him. The funny thing is I never thought He didn’t exist. I only surmised that He wanted to punish me in some twisted way for wrongs that I had committed. This guilt led me to isolation and a general dislike for myself which I still battle to this day.
True spiritual healing came not from inspirational talks, not from billboards saying Jesus loves me, and most definitely not from one of those cheesy worship songs that everyone loves to raise their hands for in church. Nope, it came from my heavenly Father pursuing me in His own perfect way.
One day I randomly decided to open my Bible and investigate the person of Jesus. I had spent my whole life being told what the Bible said, but I never took the time to investigate for myself. The Jesus I found was completely different from anything my Sunday school teacher had taught me: He was raw, He was honest, and He NEVER promised that His followers would not suffer.
One only needs to read Luke 14:25-33 to see clearly that the life of a Christian is full of suffering and trials. But then I came upon a strong assurance later on from God’s Spirit:
“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.” –Galatians 6:9
Here Paul promises a reward, but only if hard work is committed. Can’t you see? We can’t give up! Jesus loves you, me, and everyone in this world enough to make our lives stink sometimes. One of my favorite phrases ever: “You cannot enjoy a sunny day without a couple rainy ones to give you the proper perspective.”
I lost it all so I could see that I had it all. It took complete breaking to make my relationship with God real- it no longer is a mysterious dark room, it’s a beautiful scene in which my Heavenly Father can show me how much He loves me. A back-and-forth conversation in which I constantly grow. My dad dying and my mom not being around only served as the starting point for this spiritual journey I’m still on.
So who am I? I’m still learning the answer to that question. It depends on what day you ask me. But you know what? I’m not a dark room. I’m not lost. I am found in Christ! I love to laugh, yell at the TV when the Chargers are playing, and look off wistfully in the distance. I’m a dreamer desperate to perceive what God is doing to me and to the lives of others.
Although San Diego is my home, my real home is in the blood of Jesus. By His grace I am forgiven, paid for, and loved. My passion is to see this city find the very same truth for themselves!
If you ever see me around, please introduce yourself, because I would love to hear YOUR story! Our God is faithful, so let’s be thankful together by sharing what He is doing in our lives- right now!
I LOST IT ALL SO I COULD SEE THAT I HAD IT ALL. IT TOOK COMPLETE BREAKING TO MAKE MY RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD REAL.