(pri-TOR-ee-uh) – “Dust. Smudges. Bird droppings. Star chips in the glass. Past my dirty and damaged windshield, I watch the students stream out of the high school. Most are dressed in ‘smart’ (as in ‘smart-casual’) navy blue uniforms. Some sweaty, short-clad ones are obviously coming from the sports field. A few saunter by in plain street clothes. Through the window, I hear someone shout, ‘It’s my homeboy!’ The girls’ hair weaves and extensions are long, full, and bouncy with curls. I wonder what kind of parents these teenagers go home to. There is an exploding middle class here in Pretoria, and it’s evident that these students have passed that middle-class mark! But what about their hearts? There is no poverty here; no one looks hungry. What about spiritually? ‘Are there any high schoolers here, Lord, who are hungry for You? I ask the Bread of Life and the Living Water to effectuate deep spiritual hunger and thirst among the teenagers in Pretoria. Upper class, middle class, or living in a tin shack–may their souls long for something more. Be they black, English, Afrikaner, Indian, or Asian, Lord Jesus, we ask You to whet their appetites for You.'”