During one part of the singing time, one particular boy began crying so another staff member and I stepped outside with him. He was sobbing breathlessly, unable to get any words out. We asked him what was making him cry, and he finally was able to get out something like, "That God is always with me."
That was such a powerful emotional experience. I could just imagine what this boy had gone through in his life to be so moved by such a simple truth: every hurt, every sad moment, every ounce of loneliness he had felt was somehow comforted with the knowledge that God was with him the whole time.
I wish I could say I'm the same way, but I'm not. While I do know this for sure, and even work hard to remember it in difficult times, I don't have the kind of faith this boy has - the kind that is so strong that it moves me to tears. Maybe because it's not "manly" to cry, or because it's not "American" to be so dependent (on anyone, especially not God). But the truth of the matter is that, like that boy, the realization that we need God so desperately is crucial to an honest faith.