Well, the first big event of the summer is over.
And what a great week it was. I never cease to be amazed at how church camp can make such a huge difference in the spiritual life of a teenager. And I’ve seen my share of camps. I’ve been to church camps in Colorado, Arizona (but, ironically, only for retreats), Texas, Oklahoma, Pennsylvania, and Louisiana. I’ve seen different set-ups, different approaches, different environments, and different schedules. Yet, for some reason, that week away makes a huge impact. I think Encounter at LCU is the best, but that’s only because I went there when I was in high school. That same sentiment is shared by everyone I have met in regards to their particular camp.
Camp Smiling Acres is no different. It has a lot of people that love it very much and look forward to that week all year long. They look forward to coming, they look forward to one day being the oldest, and they look forward to eventually becoming a counselor there. They love camp.
With all that, being the only Bible teacher for a week is quite an intimidating task. I don’t want to be the one that screws it up for a year and everyone leaves disappointed. Many times I am made fully aware that God uses our weaknesses to glorify, and that can be the only reason I’m in youth ministry at all. He so often uses what I consider to be the worst abilities I bring to the table to do great things. This week was no exception.
A few months ago, God laid the message a message on my heart. He said, “Teach them to be still. Until they are still, they will not know I am God.” That was obviously a reference to Psalm 46:10 “Be still and know I am God”. We focused on that for the week.
I was amazed at how hungry they were for those lessons. It was very apparent that they knew these lessons were something that they needed. I was amazed at how they soaked it up, and spent time putting it all in practice.
Ironically, that was a lesson I needed. I needed to be reminded to be still and spend time with God. If I don’t, life becomes fractured and overwhelming, and seemingly hopeless. God really worked on my heart this week.
It was also a great week with the teens. I had a great time getting to know them, eating with them at every meal and playing sports together several times throughout the day. I’m still bothered by the fact that they don’t open up to me a lot. It seemed like teens were constantly opening up to me when I was an intern. Perhaps they just need more time and more trust. Besides, it’s only my own pride and need for affirmation that is bothered they aren’t coming to me. Most seem to be doing very well spiritual. In fact, they are much better off than I was at that age.
After a year, I can see how much many of them have grown and changed. Youth ministry will be hard for the long haul, seeing new faces and growing students who are different every year. I just have to trust God will provide for each day what is needed for that day. Anyway, I’m really proud of them and the growth I see. I saw some of them reach out a little more to fringe students, some curb their anger on the sports field, some offer encouragement that usually only hand out put-downs, and others really digging in to their Bibles that a while back they didn’t even bring to church.
It was a good week.
Okay, long post. I’ll probably just offer smaller tid-bits later on.
Next post: Highlights
In HIM,
Blaine