I'm at Bethel Camp this week. Leading worship for a hoard of Jr. Highers in the hills of Kentucky. The drive down brought back a flood of memories from Drift Creek Camp, which is tucked in another set of mountains in the Pacific Northwest, where I spent several of my childhood years walking in the misty rain forests along the coast underneath towering pines. Camp was a liturgy, bringing me back to the basic truth that there was something more to life than girls and sports, that God was doing things in the world and he wanted us to join him.
I won't go into details, but my last year at camp, as I walked the trails, I was faced with the question from God, "If I want to screw up your life as you know it, would you still follow me?" My first response was what I was supposed to say, what all the camp speakers told me to say. He didn't want parroting; He asked again.
"If I want to screw up your life as you know it, would you still follow me?"
I told Him I hated that He would do that but I didn't feel I had a choice, I hadn't found any other place to really live but in Him.
That was the Eucharist of my camp experience, the final lesson: God is not a part of my life, my life is his to contort in whatever way He sees fit.
What did you learn at camp?