Well week 1 of Camp is in the books. I would be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t still recovering from it. The first week of camp is especially brutal on me as I try to get content and presentation under my belt. Late nights and early mornings are pretty much the norm. This morning I woke up feeling like I had run into a Mack Truck. Thankfully, my wife was kind and generous enough to let me sleep in and recover just a little bit. We picked the kids up from VBS and went to lunch as a family. Again I was reminded that “It’s great to be home!”
So, for those of you wondering about the first week of camp and how it went, I wanted to take a minute to thank you for your interest and especially for your prayers. It really was a week that resulted in dramatic life change for lots of students and adults. One Student Life staffer remarked that the difference of the group between the first and last worship session was so enormous that, unless you were present for it all, you wouldn’t be able to be convinced it was the same group.
The kingdom came within reach and it was grasped through repentance and belief all over the campus. The result was a series of expressions that ranged from spontaneous baptisms in the pool to church-wide confession and restoration of faith in community. Broken things and people were made beautiful again. Healed people and wounded healers both found room beside
each other at the cross. Groups left dramatically different that when they came in.
I say these things not because I specialize in hyperbole as a traveling evangelist or because I in any way want to insinuate that this is always the case. Rather, I simply wanted to take a minute to celebrate with you some of the great things God has done. Working beside great friends and ministry partners like The David Walker Band and the Student Life staff, made it easy for me to play my role and contribute to the bigger work God was doing as we each served Him by serving and cheering for each other.
It is a special thing to communicate in a place where people are listening—because they desperately need to hear the voice of God and sense His presence. I do not take that lightly and to be honest it is one of the things that I like most about my job. So, today I return thanks to God for meeting us this past week and doing the kinds of things that are bigger than any talk, drama or worship set. It’s the kind of thing that happens when lots of people serving in the trenches, doing the difficult tasks of recreation, Bible Study and life processing give of themselves ruthlessly and that sacrifice is met by a God who is bending over backwards to break into life and change it. It was a pleasure to be along for the ride and my prayer remains that this is just week one of many more weeks to come this summer. Some things never get old.