It’s camp season again. I am humbled to be asked to teach the 5th and 6th grade boys at camp. The photo above is me teaching 4th graders last year. Keep in mind that it was before class to begin, hence my relaxed state. I get more active as class starts, so cut me some slack.
I always have a tendency to have high hopes when I prepare for Bible class…that I’m going to have my students’ undivided attention. That they will hang on every word I say; ask deep thought provoking questions; and that they will take something home with them that they can use for the rest of their lives.
What usually happens is that they’re tired. Bible study is not a priority for them. One usually asks “Is Bible class over yet?” This of course leaves me with the feeling that I haven’t accomplished anything. Sometimes I feel like my hopes are too idealistic.
Still I grow excited about church camp. One of the few times in life where it seems that I am closest to God. Where the love is shown through campers and counselors. When the singing is as sincere and prayers are earnestly prayed. Where old friends get together and share old stories. When everything seems to be right in the world. When Facebook friend requests are made and 6 months later one forgets the name of those on your friend list.
Still, in spite of that last comment, camp is very much a good thing. I’ve seen young people grow in spiritual maturity and make commitments to Jesus Christ which last them the rest of their lives. I myself come back feeling spiritually recharged and commit to going back year after year.