I must admit it. I went to camp this week as a "gift" to the kids. I went to camp this week as a gift to the kids' parents. I went to camp this week out of a sense of duty or obligation.
However, I remain at camp because of the pleasant surprises that each day brings. The first night, I heard God's voice speak to me during a skit at campfire. Monday, God came to me in the smiles of our campers and HUGS from so many (including my "way-to-cool" son!). The week has continued to be filled with small and big "a-ha" moments. These moments range from the simple pleasures of having Coldstone ice cream from the canteen to hearing the voices of my children belt out the words to the campfire worship songs. God is here.
I am moved by the energy level that the counselors share through their leadership and songs. They seem to meet the kids exactly where they are and walk alongside of them as they play, eat, and pray. It reminds me of my own days at Lutheran Lakeside Camp. As I crawled into my bed last night before 10:00, I am painfully aware of how much older I am! However, I am also grateful to have had that gift of time as a counselor, and now the gift of being able to watch other young people energize and excite "my kids."
As I shared time with our high schoolers, I was reminded of the story of Jesus' Transfiguration. The words of Peter and Paul spoke to me. I understand why they wanted to build tents and remain on the mountain-top. It is tempting to want to stay here (although I miss the comfort of my own bed) and just bask in this God-filled place. Being plugged-in to this place that is so filled with God's presence is a huge blessing and priveledge. And, it is hard to imagine remaining this energized after leaving here and returning to "normal life."
Brian & Tobi
