Last year was a very difficult and challenging year. As the protests and unrest increased around the country, so did the level of anger, hate, fear, and uncertainty. People had so many questions about what was going on and why it was happening. Many people left Bahrain. Personally I was struggling as well. My teaching year was one of the most difficult I've had, and my eyes were being opened to the reality of spiritual warfare and its prevalence in this country--seen both through the demonstrations and in my own life. All of this left me seriously questioning what I was doing and why I was here in Bahrain. I began to look for new jobs, new opportunities, new things to do. In my searching, I came across a position at AGYFC--I think it was for a coordinator in Dubai. My mind started racing. What could that look like? Is that something I would be interested in doing? Would I even be good at that? After much thought, I realized that unfortunately, moving to Dubai was not a good option at that point in time. Yet somehow, I knew this was not the end. Thoughts of YFC kept floating in the back of my mind and I felt certain that at some point, I would be working with this organization. About a month later, an unexpected opportunity popped up to work at Al Raja. When I first came to Bahrain, I was teaching at Al Raja, but after two years I left and took a job at another school. Now suddenly, this door was being opened for me to return. Within a week, I had a new position teaching there. I could not for the life of me figure out how that had happened. For some reason, I needed to return there. Looking back, I realize that the foundations for DC were already being laid.
At the end of the summer, I began reading a book about leadership. I don't necessarily consider myself a leader, but I end up in leadership positions often enough that the book was intriguing. The book talked about understanding the needs of the people you are going to lead and having a vision. While I often find books like this inspiring, they are also terribly frustrating, especially when you live in a different context like here in Bahrain. I could easily think of a million needs of people in the States, but when it came to Bahrain, I had nothing. I realized that I really didn't know what the needs of Bahrain were or what God was calling me to do here. What was the reason for me being in this country? I started a long journey of fasting and praying for a vision for Bahrain and how I could be used here. In a few months, I could see a pattern emerging. There were always two ideas that kept coming back to me: harvest and youth. With all that was and is going on in this country, God is opening up a window for a harvest here in Bahrain. The protests raised a lot of questions, and people were looking for answers. The freedom, hope, and certainty that people were seeking can only be found in one thing: Jesus. Running parallel to that was the idea of youth. The harvest and revival of Bahrain would begin with the youth. Raising a new generation of grounded, hopeful youth would change the face of this entire country. It was around this time that I began talking to you about the possibility of having DC in Bahrain.
In the fall we put together a team to start making this possibility a reality. I soon realized that taking on a project like this was not just logistically challenging, but spiritually as well. Suddenly it was clear why I went through so much spiritual warfare earlier: it was all in preparation for this. When you set out to do the work of God, you are bound to face resistance. And we did. Lots of it. No one really knows all that went on. Being the coordinator, I was on the forefront of the battle, and through many tear-filled nights, I learned the meaning of ENDURE long before the camp ever took place. Sadly, much of the resistance and battle took place within the Christian community. During the worst of it, I had to make a decision if this was all even worth it. At that point, I was standing alone--everyone had given up and I was the only one pushing forward. I woke up one day and knew that in that day I would have to decide whether to pursue DC or not. I fasted and prayed, searching for an answer. I suddenly remembered an invitation I had received to attend a prayer meeting. I had never been to this meeting before, and I didn't know anyone there, but I decided to go anyway. Of all the days that I needed a prayer meeting, that was it. When I walked in, no one was there except one person. He about fell over when he saw me. Their group had been praying for the youth, and he knew about Desert Challenge. He immediately started calling his friends to tell them I was there, and they needed to rush over. A few minutes later, some of the guys showed up and we began to pray. I did not know any of the people there and none of them knew what was going on with DC, yet soon they were pouring Scripture verses over me-- Elisha asking for a double portion of Elijah's spirit, Daniel in the lion's den, the fiery furnace. The words of encouragement kept coming, and it was so clear that I needed to keep going. Even though I was in the middle of the lion's den, God would shut the mouths of the lions, and I would escape unharmed. And that's exactly what happened. One by one the lion's fell away. Through various means and people, each "lion" that showed up was silenced. Even on Saturday night, the last" lion" came to DC and couldn't say a word against it. His mouth was shut and he ended up asking for the names of all the leader's so he could personally thank us. God has truly been laying the foundations of DC for a long time, and he was faithful to see it through to completion. One of the YFC staff asked me on Saturday night what it felt like now that DC is over. I replied that I felt like I was in a daze. I think it would be more accurate to say I felt like I was in a dream, like could this really be happening? Now after a few days and some much needed sleep, I'm beginning to realize what actually took place this past weekend. I'm shocked and stunned and awed. God is working in this country in phenomenal ways, and I feel DC is just the beginning.
The entire outside is surrounded by wooden frames with recycled Pepsi bottles as planters. 
The furniture is made of all recycled materials too. They stacked tires on top of each other and covered with bright cushions to make stools. (in the picture they are covered in plastic because the cafe was actually closed) They made tables from blocks of scrap wood and stacks of fused cardboard. They also used industrial cable spools as tables. Freshly painted dumpsters and oil drums became planters for trees and flowers. 
