“I saw my father murdered.”

Posted on by Bonnie Rodriguez

When Glenn finished sharing with the room of juvenile defenders, he found himself sitting with a small group.  James* had been disengaged, head in his hands, the entire time Glenn was sharing about God as a father to the fatherless.  Now, sitting across from James, he saw the boy's face twist in pain.

"What's wrong?" he asked in his gentle voice.  He reached out and put a hand on James' shoulder.

Suddenly, tears started rolling down James' face.  "I saw my father murdered when I was 8," he said, before burying his face in his hands again.

Glenn put an arm around James, letting him cry, letting him say what he probably had not told anyone for years.  In that moment, Glenn didn't try to remind him what he'd "just said" about God being a father.  Instead, Glenn was that father-figure.  He allowed a kid - a locked-up, messed-up, broken kid - to be real.

This is giving life to someone's story.  This is mentoring.  This is YFC.

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