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  • The escalator chugged along like it always had pulling people down to the terminal of the Georgia Dome Marta Station. It smelled like sweaty people, which was not abnormal in the Marta station, but it was different this time. This time, the smell was emitting from about 700 people from the age of 18-25.

    Almost all of these 700 people were smiling, or talking happily as they shuffled down to the train station to wait for their ride back home.

    These 700 were just a few of the many that had gathered for the third day of one of the biggest conferences this movement had ever witnessed. 45,000 people from the age of 18-25 had gathered into the Georgia Dome for an event like no other. The event's purpose: To bring an awareness and consequentially an end to slavery and sex trafficking through the message and love of Jesus Christ. By the end of the next day, these students would raise over 3 million dollars for this cause... 3 million dollars.. GIVEN AWAY by college age kids over the course of 4 days.

    This was one reason they were all so happy. They all realized that they were apart of something. This particular night, they had just been released from a night of worshiping the God they believed in. For some this is foolishness, but for them, this worship was what gave them the joy, and love to donate all this money and to make it through the day. At it's heart this conference was about realizing and loving people outside the walls of the church...

    "JESUS!!!" came a cry from the throng of 700 students in the crammed, smelly station. This cry was followed by a roar of approval from everyone else. The energy emitting from this crowd was powerful...

    But I simply sat there, looking and listening. I was apart of this group. I had been there in the worship with them, but in this moment, I was content to watch and listen to the frenzy. As I scanned the crowd I noticed four men standing together on the outside of the crowd. These men were Atlanta police, and their job was to make sure this frenzy didn't get out of hand for any reason.. They walked slowly through the crowd making their presence known, looking at no one, talking to no one.

    The first train pulled in to an applause as college students from all over the world piled in, continuing to sing and shout the name "Jesus."

    I looked around for my partner. We had become seperated in the crowd, and I was waiting for him so that we could head back to our station. I was beyond ready to get back to my station. It was 1am and it had already been a very long day.

    Trains came and went and the crowd slowly dispersed to prepare for the final day of the event tomorrow. I still hadn't seen my partner. I assumed he had already went on to the station but wanted to wait to make sure. I sat, people watching, occasionally glancing back at these officers.

    Finally, everyone had left except for me and these four policemen. The last train would be here any minute. I walked up to these policemen and politely asked them a question that had been on my mind this entire time.

    "Good evening gentlemen. I'm sure you noticed that we were at the Christian event at the Dome, and that we believe in Jesus. But I have to know, has anyone asked you about your story, or talked to you about Jesus?"

    One of the policeman smiled at me and gently replied.

    "as a matter of fact sir, no they have not,"

    Right about that time, I heard the sound of the next approaching train. The sign on the LCD screens in the station flashed to a new screen announcing that the final train of the night was arriving. I looked at the men, offering an apologetic smile in return. I wish I had time to share Christ with them, but I had to go. Instead I left them saying.

    "I didn't think so. I'm sorry guys. Well He is real. Have a good night."

    I walked away from that station having learned something very disconcerting about this movement I was apart of. We called ourselves Christians, and we found ourselves yelling the name of Jesus in a Marta station, yet we failed to do the thing that is absolutely central to this movement... Tell other people about it. I pray that these cops are not turned off to Jesus because of this night.

    I left that station with an anger. Anger towards church buildings and the walls that keep Christ from being spread. I left determined that I would escape from these walls that were choking the work of Christ. I believe in this movement and I will not let the walls and buildings we gather in choke it out. I will go and I will tell people about Him. We have a long way to go, and this story tells a picture of the American church at present. These 700 missed it...

    But I refuse to let it stay that way.
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