I’ve read a blog post titled “A Thank You to the Camp that Changed Me,” and the thoughts seem to reverberate as I too have experienced camp that changes me.  With a few exceptions I’ve been going to the same camp since 1991.  Two years as a camper and the rest as a counselor.

I think in some aspects it changed me.  In other aspects it told me who I was and who I should become.  I spoke at my first devotional there; shared some good times;  witnessed countless baptisms; made life long friends; lost touch with others; seen others grow and become Christian adults; while others fade away into being of the world.

Those friends I’ve made let me pick up the relationship right where we left off, one year later.  And I and others ask why do I keep going back?  I think not going to camp would leave an unnecessary void in my life, knowing I probably should have been there, otherwise knowing there’s something I could have done to make other’s lives better.

So tonight my bags are packed, my camera’s battery is recharged and I’m ready.