So, what gives? Is camp just an excuse to go play for a few days? Just a chance to get your kid out of your hair for a little while? What's really happening here and why should we continue to spend time and resources on it? Well, as I also mentioned above, it’s a few days to stay good and wet. Both literally and metaphorically.
This past Sunday I shared a message with our church family to offer an update on our journey towards purchasing land for our future church home. It was full of maps, our latest financial information and ways we’ve been working to get prepared. I also shared some of the truths and promises that God has been teaching me as I’ve watched a few small acorns collected last fall from Cornerstone Church emerge out of the soil into young seedlings.
Where were you last Wednesday at 12:30 pm? Were you eating lunch, picking up kids from school, at an appointment, working? Most weeks if you were to ask me where I was on Wednesdays at lunch, I honestly don’t think I could tell you even if you were to ask me the next day. The last few weeks, however, in my life have been different.
I have a neighbor down the street named Ralph that loves to plant acorns. For years now, he’s been gathering acorns from around town and planting them into large black buckets in his backyard. He now has a nice little collection of oak trees and even has a coveted “Toomer’s” oak from an acorn he picked up long before the famous trees were poisoned.
I had the incredible opportunity to go with the Embrace youth group to Wayfarer Camp at Asbury University in Wilmore, Kentucky, July 18 - 22. It was an experience that I think all of us will remember for a very long time. It was the first time some of the kids were so far away from their families and for such a long period of time.
I think God has an amazing sense of humor. And by amazing I mean an ironic sense of humor that turns your world slowly upside down, changing your perspective. It is the type of humor that causes you to lift your chin to look outside yourself in order to have you stare, marvel and say the words, “How on Earth did I get here?” This describes my path to Embrace Church.
The first time I found myself at an altar for an Ash Wednesday service having ashes and oil smudged onto forehead, a big part of my heart wondered how I had gotten there.