Wow. I’m tired. Tired from all the fun at Short Mountain Bible camp on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. But not as tired as some people. Some people stayed up til 5:30AM this morning.
When i first arrived, I told Darrell to put me in a cabin where I could get some sleep. The easiest solution: the younger kids’ cabin, AKA “Flying Squirrel.” The Squirrels did sleep. Usually they went to bed at around 11:30 or midnight. Peaceful easy feeling. About the only problems these kids caused was rolling their towel up and snapping each other with it. “Rat tails” they called it. And I thought rat tails were those long strands of hair on the nape of your neck from the 80s.
Joseph was a talkative kid in the cabin. He was from Athens, GA, but wore a Tennessee hat. He was born in Tennessee, so I guess that’s his reasoning. The kid seemed to talk nonstop. Even knew that R.E.M. was a band from his hometown. Pretty good for a 10 year old, I guess. Oh yeah, he’s adopted. But I’m not sure what that has to do with anything. It’s just something he tells everybody. “Hey, I’m adopted.”
And there was a kid named Jeffery in the cabin. This is one of the few times which I’ve met a Jeffery significantly younger than myself. I think the name is old school. You just don’t hear of people naming their kid Jeff anymore. What a shame.
Darrell used that big 7 step ladder in his sermon Wednesday night. And yes, he did get to that 7th step when he was explaining 2 Peter 1:5-7. And that ladder will go back to whence it came. To the Gallatin Porter paint shop, as Darrell has no need for a 7 step ladder, unless he needs to explain that passage again.
I’m glad I went. I think my past experience there last year was just one part of the whole. The counselors do try to get to know the kids. They do care for them. At least that’s what I saw this week.
Tons of pictures. Not by me. But by the other counselors. Everybody and their brother had a digital camera up there. Some used theirs more than others. Enough to make 3 CDRs of them. Everything and everyone. Good thing we had a computer and a card reader which would read all the different types of media. We haven’t exactly reached a universal media option.
Darrell invited me to stay up there and go to a Mexican restaurant with the rest of the camp group. Prolonging the magic, I guess. But I decided to get back here. I figured the combination of the Mexican restaurant (not my first choice of food) coupled with being with a big group of people who I don’t know…gave me enough of a reason not to hang around.