|Picture of Lake Pactola|
We are just leaving after spending
the afternoon swimming.
Camp was a place where I grew up going to. My camp was vastly different however. Camp of the Cross is located in Garrison, ND on the flat prairie. A long hike there was most noted by the climb down to the water. Swimming was one of the best parts of the day on Lake Sakakawea. I started going in Kindergarten and kept going until my Sophmore year of high school. I then went back as a full-time summer counselor for two summers during college. Camp was always a place where my faith was put in an incubator, tended, and stretched. By then time I left my second summer of counseling, I was exhausted mentally, emotionally, and physically. Camp had become a place of burden, spiritual warfare, and spiritual loneliness. I am not saying that Camp of the Cross is a place that is these things, but for me (after 15 years) it had become these things.
I was a little wary of going to camp now as an adult, and as a pastor. Would it be the same? Would it be different? Would I enjoy it? Would it be a place where my faith could grow, or would I find myself spiritually lonely?
|Parkston Campers and Me Together|
What did I find? A "New" Thing
The Theme for the camp was "All Things New: Look What God is Doing!"
|Crazy Family Times|
I stepped in last minute as a counselor for this camp. They were short, and I was planning to be there. I was willing, but I was completely nervous. I arrived as everyone was already starting dinner. I couldn't leave Parkston until after the Sunday Service which put me three hours behind everyone else.
|My Awesome "Co" Counselor for the week.|
Del has a very realistic 70s impression.
Sometimes I wonder if it isn't from experience.
Some of the highlights of the week I've listed before, but for me there were even better things. I enjoyed evening vespers, prayer chapel, and our prayer partners. I think this time was something wonderful as we gathered to worship God.
Since leaving Jamestown College, I haven't had the opportunity to play more than 3 songs with a band. At camp, I got to be part of the Praise Band and play for an hour 2 of the nights. It was a great time of singing, dancing, and playing guitar. It really felt good to be part of a group of people playing music for God, and certainly looking like a fool at times.
|Sarah Jane and her Son Mihretu|
I also got to meet a friend, SaraJane (and her husband Micah), who seems to be a soul sister. Our lives were each weaved into unique tapestries. While each of our stories is different, they have very reflective qualities. Of Jonathan and David it was described that their "souls were tied together." By the end of the week SaraJane's soul and my soul have wound themselves together in a unique way. I pray that this friendship would blossom through God's divine plan and purpose.
Camp has been redeemed. I long for the days of Camp of the Cross again, but know they will never come. For now, I get to enjoy the beauty that is Placerville Camp. I can't wait to go back next year.
God certainly is doing something new.