I'm at a conference with 8 high school girls from my church. It's been an exhausting week, but more about that later. Right now I'm at our evening mainstage session where all 5,000 people have gathered to hear a band, a speaker, and worhip together. Tonight's featured band is Flyleaf, a hardcore screamo band (they happen to be very strong Christians, which is why they're here). I wanted to share with you a scene I just watched.
So like I said, Flyleaf is a pretty hardcore band, and people at their concerts get really serious (and dangerous) in the mosh pits. A few minutes ago Lacy, the lead singer, took a minute to tell all the kids moshing in the front to make sure they take care of each other while they were down there. She told the boys to be gentlemen and made sure no one needed to get out of the pits. I'm glad she said that, because I've been down front at concerts much tamer than this one and they are crazy. But, having been around these kids for three days now, I didn't think it would do much good. A few minutes later, though, I saw a group of four boys making their way from the front back to their seats in the stadium. Three of them were obviously escorting the fourth because he had been hurt in some way. When they got back to their seats I saw him motion to their leaders that he had been hit in the head.
Watching that little scene really touched my heart. This has been a long week for me, because I just can't comprehend how kids can be so cruel to each other, so hurtful and abusive and crazy. But seeing those boys take care of each other made me realize that there is still good in the world, that love is still out there in the hearts of kids.