High school youth group services can vary. My previous church’s youth services looked exactly like the adult services: There’d be worship music, then the youth pastor would deliver a sermon. When I was in high school, the service was way more informal: We’d play a game for a half hour, then sit down, sing a few worship choruses while the pastor led on acoustic guitar, then he’d present a short message, pray, and then we’d hang out till our parents picked us up—at which point the kids who could drive, drove home.
Before the pastor prayed, he’d take prayer requests.
So we would.
- Big test coming up; we want God’s help, either in improving our memory, or compensating for our rotten study habits.
- Big game coming up; we want God’s help to do our best, and of course we’d like him to confound our opponents.
- God help this kid I know whose dating life is a wreck (
followed by some gossip about the juicy details, which the gossiper assumed is totally permissible because it’s a “prayer request”—yeah right). - God help this kid I know whose family life is a shambles.
- God help me, ’cause I have stress for one of the myriad reasons kids stress.
- “Unspoken.”
Wasn’t always the same kid every week who said “Unspoken.” Sometimes it was more than one kid. What’s it mean? It’s short for “unspoken prayer request.” We wanted to ask God for something, and wanted our pastor to include it—“God, please take care of all the unspoken needs tonight”—but we wanted it it remain solely between ourselves and God. Everybody else didn’t need to know what it was. God knows. That’s enough.
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One particular week, some kid—let’s call him Mervyn—had been the only one to ask for an “unspoken,” and I got the expected question from my high school friend.
- HE. “What’s ‘unspoken’ mean?”
- ME. “He needs God’s help for something embarrassing. My guess is he’s trying to give up porn.”
- A DOZEN OTHER KIDS. [overhearing] Tremendous laughter.
’Cause Mervyn really did need to give up all the porn. But for about a year thereafter, this became the regular youth group joke about what “unspoken” really means. Whenever someone said “Unspoken,” whether it was Mervyn or not, someone in the group would say under their breath, “Porn.” Followed by giggles, and an irritated look from the youth pastor. He didn’t know what just happened, but he didn’t trust it was anything wholesome. Eventually he did find out, and read us the riot act.
But I admit to this day, whenever someone contributes “Unspoken” as a prayer request, a little voice in the back of my head pipes up, “Porn.” It amuses me. Bad Christian.