Ah, let me see you shakin your boots, goin back to the old skool, back to ya roots.

Listen to this while you read this post
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOSESeSkVI0&feature=related

So, Friday was party time. Friday night we had a youth party, which is an outreach event. The youth are given invites to hand out and ask their friends to come along. However it doesn’t stop there. The team go down to the local high school, and begin to hand out close to 100 flyers to anyone who’s interested or that is walking past at the time. These guys have no fear in asking people to come, no worries of if they’ll like it, if it will be too cheesy, too heavy not interesting enough, backed by unrelenting faith in God, they relentlessly hand out invites to come meet with him. Interestingly a girl had just been shot, an hour or so before they got to the school so maybe the timing for people to be considering the big questions of life was all in God’s hands.
So at first maybe 20/30 kids roll in, the afternoon suns still warm and the venue is still bright, one young girl reads a poem, some of the young girls do a dance to a catchy little Albanian Christian number, we bust out a drama written by one of the youth, then after she explains the message and what it means to these kids. By this time the place had filled and there are knocking on to 100 young people there, a real mix of young city folk, gypsy kids, church youth and friends, plus a few token English and Americans to make up the numbers.
So I had to do the God slot, wot a privilege, to be able to present the message of Jesus to a full crowd of kids, some of who have never heard it before. Amazingly, and to my surprise, the place was basically quiet while the story was told. Good times.
Then we did some music business, now, I really don’t like to big myself up but let me paint you a picture. The night had now closed in, kids are packed around the central swimming pool, all pushing forward to see what’s happening, a few lights shed a little perspective on the scene. Young people of all colours and backgrounds ready to move. The unmistakable sound of ‘Smash TV’ by chase and status begins to rumble the speaker system which has already taken a battering. Then the moment we love the bass drops in the place erupts, drum and bass is not a known source of enjoyment in Kosovo so the BPM and the beat patterns are all new, I begin to roll a few bars, then the dance masses get into the groove. A little boy, maybe 10 at most, busts a bit of floor work ending in the splits. A kid does a back flip kick of the back wall, one guy that’s been waiting for his time moves in with a repertoire of amazing break dance moves, which tragically finish in being moved off the front area for being slightly inappropriate. Then in the climactic moment of the second drop one guy takes a stance on the raised end of the swimming pool and back flips into the empty pool maybe a meter and a half below.
After it disperses into the usual traditional dance styles around the pool to the Albanian sounds of Fonie and Pepe late into the night.
It was kool, (which translates into Albanian as kool) But all the action aside, there was a whole heap of kids that heard the gospel, in plan simple terms, in a way that was personal to them, and saw how you could have fun and still be a Christian. I’m so privileged to be part of this stuff, I love the way they just get the people there and trust God. It’s a lesson to us.