Monthly Archives: June 2024

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Big Stuf Homecoming Wrap Up

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I did not write as much this camp because I couldn’t stop talking to my roommate Kristin. The one who is just barely older than Emily. I had a great week with her and hoping she not only comes next year but stays with me. She was a great help with removing splinters, cleaning scrapes and applying bandaids. She said but “I’m not a nurse.” I informed her she’s a mom and can handle 90% of the kids issues.

I missed session five which is almost always the accept Jesus into your heart night. We had thirty kids stand up for the first time to accept Jesus. There was more talk about the prodigal son so by missing it I thought I was safe. Wrong answer! It continued through the last two sessions. I did not take notes for seven because after the fire alarm and evacuating the building for almost an hour, my mind was not there. Plus the speaker was so engaging I decided to give full attention.

Meredith is the first girl speaker I ever remember and she started off a little slow but had the audience fully engaged rather quickly. On a side note last year my church implemented a rule that students hand over phones to leaders before session starts and get them back after small group. No one seemed to even complain about it this year.

House Rules of God

1. We have a good Father who meets us exactly where we are. In the story he meets the younger brother right in the mess he is in and accepts him the way he is. He also met the older brother where he was on the straight and narrow path. Home is the place we come and stay when it is safe to be real. So many people don’t even have a place where they feel safe to be their real self.

2. In God’s house we must address our obsession with self. The average American touches their phone two thousand six hundred and seventy times a day. Mine is probably five thousand. The world is curated to feed self. Just think of social media which this obsession is not working. America has dropped out of the top twenty for happy people. It’s almost impossible to be happy or content with what is fed to us on social media. Everyone looks perfect, only posts perfection and happy stories and seem to have everything they want. It’s all false and destructive. God loves us how he made us, not how we compare to everyone else.

3. We need to see one another as brother and sister and label each other this way. Labels matter and I’m going to be real it can be quite fun to label those that are not like me. It makes me feel better about myself but what does it do for the one who is labeled. I should know better as I was teased horribly in middle school. Brother and sister not dork and dork junior. God gives us all a label and it’s quite simple. Child of God.

4. We see ourself as son or daughter. That’s our label.

This was by far the best camp since my very first. Maybe because they had a song that matched the theme. I recommend listening to Homecoming by Bethel music. It is a great song and the entire theme of camp went along with this. My first camp was Broadcast and it also had a song. I just felt this year was intentional from start to finish and once again the best week of the year.

Mole Moral 30 kids accepted Christ plus 27 were baptized in the ocean equals an amazing week.

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The Prodigal Son

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This mornings session talked about the story of the prodigal son. The kid who asked for his inheritance early then left home squandered it away and ended up cleaning pig pens. Upon his return home to ask his dad for a job he was welcomed with open arms and a big party thrown for him. The older son who stayed and worked the farm and did not spend his money was mad and refused to join the welcome home party. Basically no matter what we do or how far we wander God welcomes us back with open arms.

This story always sends me back to a certain Christmas Eve. If I had to guess the year I’d say it was 2015. This would be the last year my mom and dad celebrated Christmas Eve together as they had done every year since I could remember. Looking back on it my dad purposefully picked a fight with my mom and threw this story in her face. It got so bad my mom left and I retreated into myself. After this my dad would come in the afternoon and my mom in the evening up until 2019, the last time I saw my dad alive.

So I veered off course, no surprise there. The question was raised which son are you. The speaker admitted he was the wild one and high school left him with regrets. I am the one that stays behind that does it all right and then gets annoyed that the rule breakers are in the same spot as me. However if I’m really honest my life has been a lot easier than the crazy folks. My favorite line from this morning, sin comes prepackaged with consequences you often don’t see coming and sometimes it’s years later. As for me way too afraid of those consequences so pretty much stayed the straight arrow course. If you don’t believe me, ask my husband. He’s called me square and lamo all our life. He will never admit this to me but it’s the way he really wants it.

I’m hanging with a kid tonight and missing session. She feels bad and I said nah I know what tonight is about so no need to feel bad. This is what I’m here for and it keeps me needed.

Mole Moral ~ The straight and narrow path may be a tad boring but it sure is a thousand times easier than the crooked wide path.

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Big Stuf

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I just finished session three and haven’t written a thing until now. This years theme is Homecoming. The first night was name three words that come to your mind when you think about your home. Mine were safe, comfy and crazy in that order. Interesting choice but could also add loud and noisy although now that the birds are out of the nest it’s not as loud. But I also thought of the kids in the room whose adjectives would be more like lonely, stiff, harsh, stressful, unfeeling and then I stopped myself because life is so freaking hard for kids these days.

Ever since my first camp in 2008 when the theme was Broadcast, I have said I wish every teenager could attend this camp just once in their life. Tonight I was reminded of why I feel this way and felt all over again what makes me say this. I went to camp originally because Kayla was so shy and barely talked. The song How He Loves was new and was written for a best friend that was killed in a car accident

Between Big Stuf and that song I was hit by a ton of bricks and smacked upside the head by God. Prior to this week, I had never FELT love. I knew people loved me but I never felt it. I remember getting home from camp and telling Brian this and him telling me that was the stupidest thing he ever heard and I was wrong people loved me. I remember thinking in my head actually you are the one who is stupid. You don’t even know what feelings are much less how to express them.

So tonight when the band sang it, they sang the original version “and Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss and my heart beats violently inside my chest when I think about the way he loves us.” When David Crowder recorded it he changed it to “when Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss.” I always preferred the sloppy wet version. The song is about how messy life really gets and yet God is there unchanged. It actually fits in perfect with the theme this week.

Mole moral~ I’ll say it loud for the people in the back, I wish everyone could attend this camp just one time in their life.