I have served in ministry for over fifteen years, and I have never witnessed anything like what unfolded over the three nights of our Youth On Fire Revival. We expected a good turnout. We did not expect heaven to open over a room full of teenagers.
It began on the first night when a fifteen-year-old, brought reluctantly by his grandmother, fell to his knees weeping during worship and would not get up. Within minutes, the altar was flooded. By the end of the weekend, more than 200 young people had been baptized in the Holy Ghost with the evidence of speaking in other tongues.
These were not emotional children chasing a feeling. These were young people forsaking their phones, repenting of compromise, and committing their lives to Jesus with a radical abandon that put the adults to shame. Phones were surrendered. Apologies were made. One young woman led her entire friend group to the altar.
The next generation is not the church of tomorrow — they are the army of right now. What God began in those three nights is still burning. Pray for our youth. The fire has fallen, and it is not going out.
