So, I said I would try to post updates on camp…obviously that did not stay very consistent. Camp has been…well…crazy. That is an extremely lame description, but I’m a bit tired and cannot think of a more poetic way of putting it. I feel very sporadic at the moment, so excuse my terrible grammar and punctuation. Also, allow me to express my life in a list:
wake up, prepare breakfast, serve breakfast, prepare lunch, serve lunch, clean up, BREAK! (craft shack, ukulele/guitar playing) prepare dinner, serve dinner, clean up, CHAPEL!, devos, bed, rinse and repeat.
Here is what I have learned:
-lettuce and brooms do not work well together
-at miracle camp, it is perfectly fine to yell that you don’t care if the trees all burn and that you eat wolves. (don’t ask.)
-scripture memorization….yes, please.
-it is possible for camp aides to listen to the same skillet song 50 times without getting tired of it…no matter how annoyed the kitchen staff may be.
-Many times, we live up to the expectations placed upon us, despite how inaccurate they often are.
-Knowing about someone and/or God is very different than knowing someone and/or God.
-Junior highers are impressed by even the least impressive of talents.
-I sing like Dorothy from Wizard of Oz (Judy Garland? I’ll take it.) This was according to a junior high camper, of course.
-People can go to church their entire lives and still not know what they believe or why they believe it….and most importantly, they don’t know the Jesus they claim to follow.
-I have also learned how to slice tomatoes and cucumbers like a pro.
Well, the list could go on and on…but, there you have it folks. My camp experience. In a list. I’m an English major and I can’t make myself write a coherent paragraph. Camp does crazy things to you. But crazy things happen. People find God. Lives are changed.
