Clay in the Hands

Yesterday afternoon, I helped our Children’s Minister carry kids to camp.  It was a four and a half hour drive up to Fort Lone Tree.  We took 15 kids this year.  As we left the church parking lot, the kids were bouncing off the walls – literally.  Over the course of the next couple of hours, they settled into the trip a bit, but as we neared the camp, the excitement grew to the point that as we arrived, they were back to bouncing off the walls.

As I made the four and a half hour drive back home last night, I remembered my days at camp as a child and youth.  I remembered those feelings of excitement.  I also remembered the impact most of those experiences had on my spiritual development.  It was at camp that I began to experience God’s movement in my life like never before.  It was at camp that I first stood before one of the largest groups of  people I had ever seen and spoke and sang.  And it was at camp that I committed my life to serving God fully and completely as a vocation.

So obviously, for me, the Christian camp experience holds great memories.

I have two questions for you today:  Did you have similar experiences at camp as a child?  And second, how do you have those experiences as an adult today?

I would love for you to comment here and tell me what you think.