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The emptiness of life. Everyone is searching for a fulfilling lifestyle; they want to know if what they are doing is making a difference-if it really matters. There are times when I question the move to New York: far from family, limited peer interaction, the Yankees, missing out on friend's weddings-you name it, there are plenty of concerns being 28 hours from home. Even more than that-what? What if it doesn't work? What if I pour all this energy and time into a boy only to watch him fall again? Even worse, what if he never gets it? But then there are moments in the pouring rain, pointing at a map with a wiffle bat, watching individuals become a team. Sitting in a church service with a mother and her disrespectful son, seeing the boys you mentor doing a little mentoring of their own. Sweating in a hayfield knowing that the once lazy young man by your side will be there until every bale is gone. Waiting, acting, loving, hoping, learning, watching...watching boys become men. And it's at these moments when all the “what ifs” and "whys" fly out the window, because the Living God is acting, waiting, loving, hoping, teaching and watching...watching his children grow-The fullness of life
