I had tried again and again to contact a young guy who was preparing for confirmation. He rarely showed up for events and did not respond to my attempts to contact him. After many attempts and bridge-building, I felt anger in my soul. I wrote to him that I did not want to put any obstacles in his way on the way to confirmation, but that his non-response was difficult to take. The mother asked if we could have a talk as a threesome. Of course with pleasure. After only an hour, I was with them. Quickly we were in an honest exchange. I learned that the boy's father had abandoned the family and had broken off all contact with his son. Little by little, a lot of pain and disappointment - also with regard to the church - came into the word. I could understand everything very well. Suddenly there was a spirit among us so that the mother could also share pain from her soul. Precious moments. When I asked the young guy at the end if he could read out a text in the confirmation ceremony, he looked at me like an omnibus. "Me?" he asked several times. "Out of the question!" I encouraged him with my own experience and asked him to think about it again at least in the evening. Around midnight, a WhatsApp popped up: "I'll do it!"
