The Donut Story
When I was about five years into being a Youth Pastor, I met a group of kids that changed my life. Many of you reading this, who know me personally, have probably heard me talk about them numerous times. Nate and I happened to live in the parsonage next door to the church I was serving at at the time, and would routinely come home to a group of boys that I would have described then as "rough around the edges." They dressed mostly in black, had long hair, and sometimes even had black painted fingernails. They loved to smoke, and they loved to skateboard. After a few days of watching them through our window, Nate and I went outside and brought them some sodas. We introduced ourselves, told them I was the Youth Pastor at the church, and invited them to come to youth group. While they politely declined our invitation, we continued to invite them over and over again, attempted to skate with them, and fill them with snacks. Until one day, ...