Summer Camp Blog: FOUR

I love it when I get the chance to start the day right. For some reason, I slept like a champ last night and woke up this morning early to go to my favorite spot at Point Loma and reflect. It is cliff overlooking the ocean and in flip-flops, it is somewhat treacherous to hike down. I perched myself on a rock and took in the view, the smell of the saltwater, the sound of crashing waves, and watched some surfers wait for sets. I remembered to last summer camp when I came to the same spot and I pulled out my journal and read my entry from that morning. Not much had changed. It seems that I am still struggling with the same stuff and am mostly in the same spot spiritually that I was a year ago.

That realization was blinding for me. I vowed in this morning’s entry to not let the same be true next summer when I come to that spot.

The morning featured seminars taught by Hume staff for chapel. The most popular option was Chris Simning telling his story about his disability, how God has used him, and how God used others to save his own life. I debated briefly on going to give the poor sap teaching the Creation vs Evolution seminar a hard time, but I resisted and stayed to hear Chris. For second time in two weeks I was moved by this man’s journey.

I managed to take a nap during free time. It was one of those “drool stuck to your face and pillow” naps. I felt refreshed. For dinner, Hume took the youth pastors to Pizza Nova. There, I got to hang with other “industry dudes” and talk ministry, I dropped Ministry on Zero on the guys, and I sampled Lobster Bisque with Jay.

Chapel was long. I looked over and noticed several of my guys blatantly sleeping. During the response time, many of my sleepers went forward. I blood boiled. It was on. We marched the dudes back to the dorm where I reminded them of the rule about disrespecting the Holy Spirit in chapel and then informed them that since they were so tired, I had generously decided to let them go to sleep at 10.

Now, I am in my room and silence rests gently outside my door.

Above my head is a different story. Grrrrrrr.