There is a small room in the basement of First Lisburn Presbyterian Church. A lonely room, understated and rarely used. One day, 2 talented, gifted young adult leaders at the church decide to turn the room into a sweet ass prayer room, paint the walls with verses, fill it with cushions and low lights, create an atmosphere that feels far away and cut off from the inevitable hustle and bustle surrounding a city centre church.

It serves it's purpose and the room is no longer lonely and understated, it is vibrant and alive. The youth of the church feel safe in this room surrounded by God's words. A room customised for their needs.

Another day, months later and unbeknown to the young growingly frustrated young adult leaders of the church, session decides that the red, white and blue colours of the room are too political and should be painted over. The room lost it's personality that day, as quickly as it gained it. The youth small groups were stripped of the one space that was theirs. And for what?

That is the story of how one room can tip the scales. That room, in a way, symbolised what we wanted to offer our youth at our church but it was destroyed. No consultation, no warning, no discussion. How long can we keep trying to make this church what it can be?