So this week I was on a Scripture Union camp, I’ve mentioned them a fair few times on here. This camp was pretty new for me, I’ve never done such a large camp before! 110 campers, and a team of 55, makes a lot of people living in a relatively small space.
As always in an SU camp we follow a fairly standard plan, breakfast, a time for games together, to be loud and shoutey and excitable as a whole camp, and then smaller activities ranging from football to raftbuilding, archery and high ropes courses (This year including “nail bar”) and crafts and more and more! Then lunch and more activities, then some free time, in which campers can chat, play team games, or pool and table tennis, go for walks have some alone time, what ever they want – within reason. Then dinner and then an evening activity which is generally all together, hunt the leader/catch the leader, giant cludo, a ceilidh/foam party (which was so amazing), which is either before or after a teaching session, this year we had group time (in our smaller groups), watched a video as well as having amazing worship all together in our large group of ~160.
But for those of you who where at camp with me, it might well all be a blur of good times, food, banter and learning. While in the morning team meeting (Which took place before breakfast 😦 ) we worked the beatitudes.
I’m not here to talk about the beatitudes though, that’s for another time. I’m here because of something the team leader reiterated to us a few times over the week. That we shouldn’t go away from camp and be sad, but we should leave happy, and full of joy, knowing that God’s work has been done this week.
It’s quite a challenge to me, and I’m sure to a large portion of the team as well as the campers!
I’ve been home for about 12 hours now and I’m not sad, I’m not glad either though. I enjoyed camp a lot while it was on, and I would do it all over again! Yet I find satisfied of a job well done, I know I did my best to get as much out of camp as I could, for myself, and also to ensure that the children in my care got the best out of camp as well – what more can I ask? Other than that I treasure the memories forever.
Perhaps the only reason we feel sad about leaving camp is because if feels unfinished – as though there was something more to be done. I understand that, because every other camp I’ve been on I’ve known there was something I missed, or could have done better, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t perfect this camp, but I know, and I’m certain that God’s spirit used me to do His will! That’s enough to keep me going.
I feel for the first time that I can finally move on past my past mistakes, that my previous short comings are well and truly in the past, because now I know I have learnt from them.
New International Version (NIV)
The Armor of God
10 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.
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