I’ve been up since 5 am, which according to the clock and my suspect math skills means that I’ve been up for over 17 hours straight. I have a 6 am wakeup call to look forward to on a Saturday for one more go-round of the YEC.

But it’s been way more than worth it.

To me, the best part is always the invitation at the end of the first night. It never gets old for me to see hundreds of students giving their lives to Christ for the first time.

Who knows? Maybe out of this group could arise the next Billy Graham or Elisabeth Elliott? Or maybe God has a special plan for someone few people have ever heard of that will revolutionize the world.

I’m tired, my feet stink, but how do I love Jesus.