1000 Miles and a Million Years (part 4)

Sometimes it’s just good to have a special quiet spot where you can devote some time to God.  Okay, so it’s a bit of a rustic camp with old bus seats on a deck overlooking the lake, but it worked for me!  I was able to pray for guidance and wisdom…especially since most of my keynote presentations hadn’t successfully transferred onto my iPad (which is what I was using for the whole week!).

And before you knew it, camp was underway, kids were everywhere!

What was I going to do?  I was going to do what I always do when my own humanity fails me (seriously, I should have double checked to make sure I had transferred everything over from my desktop to my iPad!).  I cried out to God to help me.  And He did.  I totally changed things around and went totally low tech, barely using my iPad at all.  God provided a fabulous alternative, he gave me the inspiration and strength I needed to complete the task at hand…the task of telling the campers what’s so great about Jesus.

I went to the first chapel session.  The campers sang at the top of their lungs and did all the actions for the songs…

I saw all the campers faces and realized that these were the kids that my crazy prayer group had been praying for months in advance.  These were the campers that God had at this camp for a reason.  There were no coincidences…God had a plan.  So I spoke the words that God gave me, I hung out with the campers and the counsellors and the staff and got to know as many of them as I could, doing my best to remember everyone’s names.  I even learned to paddle board with some of them (I’m the rounder one standing up on my paddle board!  Me getting up on a paddle board could be classified as a miracle! LOL)…

There were tons of high energy crazy games…this dodgeball team was called “The MisFits”…

Fun activities like blobbing…

There were all kinds of skill training classes, like riflery…

and rock climbing…

and remote control car racing…

But it was the counsellors and staff that absolutely blew me away.  They all had interesting stories of why they were giving their time and energy to be at camp.  I was impressed by their love for God and their genuine concern for their campers.  This group of counsellors not only read God’s Word, they live it out…

And because of their love and joy and peace and patience and kindness and gentleness and self-control (all fruits of the Holy Spirit, by the way) they were able to set a beautiful example of what it means to be a real christian, for their campers.  And as a result, some of the campers decided that they wanted to follow Jesus too!  One of the campers came up to me one evening, with her counsellor in tow, and said, “Karen, guess what?  I’ve decided to become a Christian!”  We did a whole bunch of high fives and hugs and happy screams!  It was stellar!

And this was only the first week!

(to be continued)