I have survived camp. Barely. Now I fight for my life against some unknown sickness. Or a cold. We'll see. Here is the notes I was able to jot down during all of the crazy. Word for word as they appear in my "journal."
Day 1
Saturday, June 28
We have started the journey toward Henderson. I must admit, I am agitated by the compulsion to write out my sermon. Preston and I will be giving a tag-team sermon, where one of us will speak, then the other, on the topic of mentors and community. It is not your standard sermon, so that is my excuse for not writing it out.
As I look out at the rolling hills, covered in dense vegetation, cut only by meandering rivers and the highway, cares seem to drift away. The sky, a never ending sea of blue, filled with herds of roaming cumulus clouds.
Its only the first day of this 6-day "excellent adventure," and I am already waxing poetic.
Day 2Sunday, June 29This morning Preston and I preached in Henderson. It was a good learning experience, even though the congregation wasn't very responsive. They assumed we knew what we were doing. They probably would have waited all day before telling me I needed to pray for the offering. I learned that I have to write my whole sermon before I feel comfortable with it.
The first day of camp got off to a rocky start. We arrived early, checked in late, and the camp was hit by a storm at check in, throwing everything into disarray.
I was yelling myself hoarse trying to get my cabin to sleep, when the other counselor, Pastor John Warren, came in and led the group in prayer. Instantly the group calmed down.
I look forward to leading the group in a hike tomorrow.
Day 3
Monday, June 30
A restless night. Ironically, I was too cold. What is it about 6th and 7th graders and showers? The first person in the shower today was at 6:45 and he didn't get out until 7:05. The breakfast was good, but it seems I am perpetually late.
The nature hike was fun. I led the group around the lake, using a dirt road instead of the trail. One girl was amazed at how fast "an old man" like myself could walk faster than them. We also went in a prayer trail, where we prayed for some of their concerns. It was a solemn time of contemplation.
Now a pillow fight has broken out, and it will continue until I become collateral damage. The kids think I am 40. I am pathetic.
That was the last recording. The journal was found caked in dry blood and tears. No word on the status of the author, although many say if you listen at night, you can hear him calling in vain for silence from unseen 7th grade campers...