What most people wouldn't know was just how much camp has changed me.
All those years ago, when I went to camp thanks to confirmation. During the summer of 2002, that the staff of the camp I grew up going to did a re-enactment of holy week. I had been forewarned that this was coming, and that many campers who had seen this in previous weeks had been emotional. Nobody could say how each individual camper would react.
I still remember thinking how unique this was as the re-enactment began. It was at the point of that we reached Jesus' trial, and the chant of "crucify him" began that I suddenly understood what had happened during holy week. It was in that moment that I finally understood what Jesus had done for ME. It was then that I finally had a belief that there was a God who cared about ME.
After it was all over, the girls I was in a cabin with were walking back to the cabin. I don't remember saying anything. I do remember the counselor catching up with us. I don't remember if she said anything to any of us. I remember the rest of my cabin mates talking about it. As we walked along, I didn't have any words for what it was like to experience God like that for the first time. I couldn't find the words to explain the feelings I was experiencing. What sticks out to me the most was the fact the my counselor reached out and put a hand on my shoulder. It was in that simple touch that I felt God touching me, comforting me, telling me that he understood.
I don't think that I would have ever even considered working at SpringHill if it wasn't for that week during the summer of 2002 when I really experienced God for the first time through the beauty of being outside, and through that counselor.
You never know how God will reach a child, especially when that child is in nature, surrounded by campers who are also learning about God, and a camp staff that loves what they do and others.
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