The Oldest Christian He Had Ever Met

Week by week, the Holy Spirit is on the move here in London, in living rooms and coffee shops, on street corners and in sanctuaries, people are encountering Jesus in ways that surprise and stir hope. For our family, much of that movement shows up in the simple rhythm of opening our home every Tuesday night.

For over eleven years of our marriage (and three years before that for me), Laura and I have hosted a midweek community group. Whether we’ve called it a missional community, a small group, or a spiritual formation group, the heartbeat has been the same: gathering people in our home around the Word of God and the presence of Jesus.

Here in London, we call it Taco Tuesday. We’ve literally served thousands of tacos, opened our Bibles countless times, and shared endless conversations and times of prayer. These weekly gatherings have been an anchor for our family life across every church we’ve been part of. Week after week, year after year, people have come through our doors with their joys, their questions, and their pain.

So you could say, we’ve seen a lot. But a few weeks ago, I heard something I had never heard before.

At one of our Taco Tuesday gatherings, a young man—21 years old—looked at me and said:“You're the oldest Christian I’ve ever met in person.”

I laughed at first. After all, I’m only 34. But then the weight of what he said hit me.

Here in London, I was the oldest Christian he had ever met.

It suddenly made sense to me why recent studies show that over half of churchgoers in London are in their twenties. It connected with the fatherlessness so many in Millennial and Gen Z generations have experienced. It explains why so many young men are showing up at church looking for spiritual family. And it reminded me: God is at work in a quiet revival here in the UK.

That one offhand comment has since become a prayer of mine:

• Lord, let these young believers baptize their parents.

• Lord, let them reach out to the older generations with the gospel.

• Lord, redeem the years that the locusts have eaten, and mark Your church in London with generational blessing and diversity.

At Taco Tuesday, I was reminded again that Jesus is building His church—not just for one generation, but for all. My prayer is that London would see not just young faces coming to faith, but entire families, entire generations, turning to Jesus together.

A Call to Pray

Would you join me in prayer? Pray that the Holy Spirit would continue to sweep across London. Pray for young men and women to rise up with boldness. Pray for older generations to be reached and restored. Pray that the church here would be marked by the beauty of generational diversity and unity in Christ.

Because if one young man can look at me and call me the oldest Christian he’s ever met—then the harvest is wide open, and the need for prayer is urgent.

Thank you for your prayers, your encouragement and support. Pray for the gospel to be proclaimed not just to every nation but to every generation.