Youth Center
My weekend begins with the first of my two apostolates: Don Bosco Youth Center on Friday nights. I usually dash off to the Youth Center just after dinner in order to make the necessary preparations for the kids that night. Unlock some doors, turn on some lights, check the restrooms, ask if anyone needs me for some medial chore or two: stuff like that. Juggling, jump rope, jokes, or jovial chit-chat; I keep the kids entertained until we open. Most times, I get so involved with the little ones that I fail to realize that I’m the only staff member outside now; everyone else always snuck inside to pray together before we opened up for the night. I used to feel bad about missing the prayer. That is, until Br. Minh came to me and asked, “When did Don Bosco pray?” The question sounded familiar, but not entirely complete; so I answered mechanically and from distant memory: “When did Don Bosco not pray?” Br. Minh smirked, “That’s right.” And gesturing toward the little ones outside, “Let this be your prayer.” I’ve prayed like that ever since.
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