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How Was Camp?

How was camp? It is an ambiguous question. It is a question in which there is more than a single way to interpret it. It is a question that is vague and generalized. Do you want to know how camp was emotionally, spiritually, or physically? I am not naive to think that some people ask with the intensions to get a one-word answer and most of the time I have given them what they want. I engage, share a smile, and let out a, “good,” only to move on to the next topic in conversation. Some people ask out only out of obligation. However, I also know that some people ask with motives of pure curiosity and genuine concern. I debated for a while on whether I wanted to write this post to try to answer the question. If am honest, the voice of those who I know want a…

Pain Is A Gift

I was robbed at gun point three summers ago. I haven’t talked about it a lot. I surely haven’t written about it. And when I rarely tell the story to my friends, I pass over it like it wasn’t a big deal. But this week at camp, after a serious of events with a camper, I found myself with a deep fear resurfacing that I knew all too well. The darkness terrified me in the days following the robbery. I didn’t sleep. I was paranoid to go anywhere by myself. I was always overly aware of my surroundings and a stranger talking to me put me on edge. Monday night, I found myself in that place again, dominated by fear, but in a different way. I will not disclose full details for the sake of the anonymity but just know this… the enemy is real and he is doing everything…

Heaven Came To Camp

Session two finished with campers walking away with eyes full of tears as they ached to not leave this little holy mountain we are on. I saw myself in so many of them because I was that camper. Always leaving session two with tears streaming down my face and resisting unpacking my bags when I got home. When the excitement of the first session wore off and the familiarity of what session two would like, because I experienced it as a camper, became no more, the unknown of third session settled on the horizon and was clearly in view as Sunday approached. This session has been quiet. There has been such a sense of uncertainty sweeping across the villages these campers sleep in. There has been a boxing match every day as they fight the urge to lean it. There has been squirming as they half way listen to the words coming out…

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