Saturday night in midtown Manhattan, and 25 college students are packed into the living room of a small apartment. The festivities are about to get underway, and in this demographic, in this town, that typically means mind-altering substances, which segue to deafening music, which ultimately leads to nudity.
That’s not happening here. There isn’t a bong in sight, or a drop of liquor. Just 7Up and Edy’s ice cream. And when the student in charge of this shindig says it’s time for the evening to begin, he doesn’t bust out a cooler of Smirnoff Ice. He asks everyone to bow their heads and pray.
“Dear Lord God, we thank You so much for this evening. God, I just say that we who believe in You, we trust You, Lord; we trust that You are working for good. I ask that You be glorified with the rest of us here. In Jesus’s name, I pray.”