The Far Reaches of a Cocoon

The call went out.  A camper was missing.  Five boys out of sleeping bags, bed head all glorious, toothbrushes in hand were ready for the showers.  But where was the sixth?  The counselor acted quickly despite his lack of sleep. Leadership was put on alert. Within minutes – seconds – the boy’s height, eye-color, clothing descriptions, medical history even was taken note of.  And just as abruptly the camper was found.  The sleeping bag on his upper cot began to wiggle. Like a reluctant, sleepy-eyed turtle, he emerged.  Tucked into the far reaches of his cocoon, the little camper was so curled up, he simply looked like a disheveled sleeping bag. The counselor was of course later teased and mocked by his beloved co-counselors when he shared the story. Despite such humiliation, the counselor took the time to nominate the same run-away (or tucked- away) for Deputy of the Day. With the bestowing of this title, comes the privilege to walk beside the marshal on night duty. He/she is also given responsibilities above those of his/her fellow campers.  It is quite the honor.  To be chosen for the position, the camper must demonstrate a care and concern for others, responsibility, and an attitude that reflects Christ. The counselor shared that this camper, the night before his disappearance, had given his only flashlight to a fellow bunk mate because he was afraid of the dark. He showed him how to use it inside his sleeping bag to make a safe haven and assured him everything would be alright. And even though it was only the first night of camp, upon hearing that his fellow teepee member did not know about God’s love for him, the tucked-away camper shared passionately how Jesus was not only his best friend, but his Savior. He went on to explain what Savior meant.  This camper seemed to know deeply what it means to be lost and then found!

It is during the counselor devotional times, that the staff is able to share such stories.  It is a chance to praise the good things they see in the campers. How often do we take those moments in children’s lives? Take a moment to brag on a child now! Share a story in our comments.

Wear it like you mean it!

With their pressed uniforms, their order, and their commands, the Navy junior ROTC filled one side of the dining hall. With their bright neon shirts, their enthusiasm, and their cheers, Grace Community Church’s kids group occupied the other. And both groups were very happy.  As the weeks go by and the months pass, many different guest groups come through Prescott Pines’ doors. Evening Light Fellowship visited us recently. They adhere to the traditional literal values of the Bible so their women wear flowing skirts and are adorned with long hair. I had the privilege to host the girls on the zip line.  Ever so discreetly and with grace and modesty, the young ladies were able to put their harnesses on while maintaining their convictions.  (This involved a change in a nearby teepee and a careful combination of leggings and a harness covered by a skirt.)  Resurrection Lutheran hosted their children’s camp this past week.  The church is located in a unique place in Scottsdale.  Just down the street, an apartment complex has been established as Liberian refugee housing.  The church sympathized with the needs of this displaced people group and started to bring food, clothing, and most importantly community. On Sundays, a shuttle brings them to church. Many of the kids this past week were these very children from Liberia.  Pam, the leader, spoke of how they often do not eat three meals a day. Camp provided not only an unforgettable experience for them but fed them as well. An older couple who took their time to be counselors spoke of a conversation with Suah. When the eleven year old boy found out they did not have children, his first question was “So when were they killed?” The diversity of the groups and the uniqueness of their needs is one of the aspects that makes camp an amazing place.  It is here that each comes seeking – in one way or another- and it is always our hope that we are able to reflect the love and hope found in Jesus Christ whether they come wearing pressed uniforms, neon shirts, or long skirts.   

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When Campers Aren't Around...

A Swinging Vine of Doom and a Bull Moose

They were frustrated. Really frustrated. And this was the point. The key is to get them to a place where they are challenged but not beyond their ability, wrestling but not overwhelmed. Outdoor Education programs have started up once again. Classes are in full swing in the middle of what remains of the snow here at camp. Low Ropes and Team Quest are my favorite to facilitate. I love helping the fifth graders work through that eleven-year old angst that enviably arises when they try to solve a problem as a team. “They’re doing it the wrong way!” Hunter shouts as he passes unsuccessfully through the Swinging Vine of Doom. (To the untrained eye, this merely appears as a blue jump rope). The team must figure out the pattern that will allow them to pass through unharmed. When I set-up the challenge, I always question if I should give them an example of a possible pattern. If I do, almost without default, they fixate on that possibility. “A pattern could be something like ‘boy, girl, boy, girl’ but the true pattern has nothing to do with gender,” I pronounce emphatically. And soon they begin sending each other through the vine.

The rope becomes increasingly agitated with each failed attempt. “Enh!” it yells. (To the untrained ear, an annoying “you got it wrong” sound pronounced from the side of my mouth.) “Oh I know! I know!” one girl jumps up and down. “It is ‘girl, girl, boy, boy’! Try that! Try that!” How quickly they forget, making it more complicated than it needs to be. And this is where the life lessons arise. I begin to guide Hunter, the boy with the black framed glasses and sandy-blond hair -or is it more brown? This is imperative to my pattern- “If there is a problem, Hunter, who’s responsibility is it to fix it?” He smiles at me and confidently pronounces, “God. God can fix it.” I cannot help but to smile back, “And who does God use, Hunter?” Again, with just as much confidence, “Missionaries!” “Missionaries are who, Hunter?” “People.” “Hmmm,” I say, “Are you a person, Hunter?” “YES!” “Who can help fix the problem then?” “ME!” He laughs a cute, sly “ah-shucks” kind of laugh and runs to the end of the line to help his classmates figure out how to beat the swinging vine.

When I gather the students in a circle to debrief at the end of the challenge, they compare the vine to temptation that you must get through. You can learn from the people who have gone before you who have failed and when you figure out a way, the Way, you can make it through. A little frustration is a good thing whether we are in fifth grade or fifty. It gives us a chance to gain a new perspective and helps us face the next challenge life throws at us, whether that’s keeping your cool because someone cut you off in traffic or persevering when the Vine of Doom is keeping you from your journey through the jungle.

An Arresting Invasion in Boots

They arrested him. For not cleaning his room, Doc Holiday, Yosemite Sam and Johnny Ringo arrested him. Five minutes earlier, I was sitting at our Prescott Pines Camp promotional booth outside Desert Springs Community Church when a blond young woman with a cell phone poised to her ear was casually walking back and forth chatting with someone about houses in Connecticut. Her ring seemed to sparkle with each syllabic emphasis in the winter Arizona sun. She sat down next to me, crossed her legs, and smiled. “So moving to Connecticut?” I offered conversation.

It didn’t take much. From where she went to high school to how she met her husband, to the adoption of her two children and why the family is moving to east coast, this woman had me at “hello.” As we talked about the complexities of parenting two children from two different cultures (her girl, from Korea, and her boy, from Russia), she shared how her son was just so obstinate the day before. At this point she turned to our summer staff that were dressed up as their camp characters –cowboy hats, boots, and all - and pronounced, “You know what you should do? Go arrest him. Yeah, go arrest him. He’s in the third grade class. Just walk right in there and arrest him for not cleaning his room.” And it was decided.

The whole gang headed up to the Sunday school classroom, led by the junior high pastor, and the young eight year old outlaw was promptly arrested. Somewhat confused and a little shy, he obediently went with the deputy. In the hall, he met his laughing mother. After he was led back into the room, the staff presented camp and all its adventures to the wide-eyed group of children. One minute you are happily coloring pictures of Jesus and the next minute the Wild West has invaded your serene elementary territory. We all need a little invasion (and perhaps a little arrest in our busy lives). It gets you to color outside of those lines. Such exuberance is welcomed at camp. And those pictures of Jesus, transform and come to life at camp even in the streets of the Old West, making memories that reach back in time and into eternity.

Sparrows in Red Bandannas

Ben hardly could focus those first few summer weeks. Outside of the camp office, Heather had set up a few bird feeders. You see, my husband loves to explore nature and the window that presented such a view was a little too distracting for him. Being married to Ben brings many benefits including -and certainly not limited to- the ability to reach the baking soda on the top shelf without having to climb on the counter top as well as the nature lover's world view. Ben shared with me once how the sparrows are actually like the little gangsters in the bird world. (I picture them with red and blue bandannas on their tiny feathered heads.) They will attack and unfairly beat up on others, often for no reason at all. They are the least of the bird world. Now that Ben shares such nature-knowledge with me, Jesus' parables convey even deeper meaning for the Carpenter was also a naturalist. He looked at the world around Him, the very world that was created through Him, and weaved stories of the Divine. When he spoke of caring about the sparrows, perhaps it was more than them just being the littlest but that they were the least liked. Jesus even loves the little gangsters.  This year at the women's retreat, Marilyn Dean is our speaker. She too will bring out those deeper details as she will sit before us with her pottery wheel.  As she moves her hands over the clay, you can't help but sense the Potter's hands on your life.  

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Red in the Dark

  I was holding a red crayon so I wrote down blue. Ben had passed out the colors and told us to guess what they were, “Write it on the piece of paper and then stick it in your pocket.” For our outdoor education program, we are featuring a night hike so Ben was leading the group of us through the new activity. The only problem was it wasn’t dark - I was holding a red crayon and I could clearly see it. Ben talked about cones and rods and people’s heads disappearing in the dark.  We cupped our hands around our ears to make deer ears and then wet our noses to improve our sense of smell.  Then he instructed us on how to guide the campers through the solo part of the hike. It seemed ridiculous talking about fear in the bright day light. Darkness certainly transforms a place.  The things that we are so assured of in the light become easily questionable in the dark. Color is not clear at all. Red could very well be blue.  Ben instructs us to tell the kids to keep their eyes moving and look through their peripheral vision . “It is easier to see in the dark this way,” he tells us.  And I wonder how many times I have tried to focus directly on the thing before me. Lately it seems the world has hit such black patches. Trying to focus on the thing itself to appertain meaning, perhaps makes it appear even darker. What if we learn the lesson from our night vision? Let us look around then. Keep our eyes moving and keep walking forward. Red is red even if I can’t see it or name it for what it is. It is a skill to adapt to the dark. Wet your nose, cup your ears, move your eyes  around, and walk on.