Hey, Bridgetown, so good to be with you.

If you would turn with me and your Bible to Matthew, chapter 17,

I'm going to catch up with you there in just a second.

I want to start with this. I have a vivid memory of standing in front of my apartment door,

keys in my hand with no intention.

I have a vivid memory of standing in front of my apartment door,

keys in my hand with no intention of actually opening the door.

And I was startled then when my wife suddenly threw it open and said,

Tyler, what are you doing?

I was so lost in prayer, it was one of those moments when the actual world

faded into a blurry background. And this one phrase I was holding before God was in focus.

It was only that, why couldn't I drive it out?

I didn't ask it in those exact words, but that was the general sentiment.

A few minutes before I had discovered an 18-year-old kid exchanging needles

with a group of older homeless men on a park bench.

Andres was a kid in my youth ministry that I let at that time.

I had personally discipled, it might spend plenty of early mornings

with him before school. I talked to him about girls and grades and weekend plans

and Jesus on those very park benches.

And then one day, a couple of years prior to this, he was just gone.

He was arrested and taken to Juvie, but I could never get accurate information

about which facility he was at, and it was a couple hours outside of the city,

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