The campers were hopping spinning and clapping. The bright colors of their tie-dyed shirts danced with their movements. They were performing the “church clap” for parents and grandparents at the closing ceremony of a week at camp. The energy of the preteens and teenagers was a joy to watch.
My daughter had invited me to join her as she picked up her two daughters from camp. My granddaughters and niece attended the camp. After the restrictions of covid policy over the past 2 years, I was so pleased to see young people having a good time together.
We are designed for community. We need to be together as families and extended family, as the church. We learn from each other. We discover that we have a variety of gifts and interests.
We give praise to God together, acknowledging his love. One of the songs during the closing ceremony brought this Psalm to mind.
How precious is your steadfast love, O God! The children of mankind take refuge in the shadow of your wings.
They feast on the abundance of your house, and you give them drink from the river of your delights. For with you is the fountain of life; in your light do we see light. Psalm 36: 7-9
Joining the Five Minute Friday Community. We write inspired by the prompt given by Kate Motaung. Today’s prompt is: Together
Linking with Anita’s Inspire Me Monday .
Stopping by from IMM#17 to add how much my time at Camp Sychar shaped my life. Looking back 40 years later I see how that place gave me glimpses of Heaven. 🌌
I know that was a precious time to be there! Yes, we definitely were made for community. Blessings to you! I’m your neighbor at #InspireMeMonday.
What a joyful occasion for you!
We do need community, that’s true, whether it’s face to face or online (I love this Five Minute Friday community).
In my state they banned worship,
even gatherings in cars,
but to prove that they were hip
they kept open topless bars.
Liquor stores were sacrosanct,
but gun stores, they were not,
and many foreclosed to the bank,
but that’s the governor that we’d got.
My wife’s church fought to stay alive,
and by God’s grace, they managed
to keep on, and to survive,
but not without some damage,
but that’s the way that Christians live,
take the blows, and then forgive.
Church camp was always a highlight of my summer.