Love letter to camp...
Week Three: Longing for Change
To donate to today's camp: Camp Christian, Georgia Region
Dear Camp,
It’s been a strange summer. No kids running around. No swimming pool. No basketball. No hamburgers on the grill while we toss water balloons. No campfires. No villas. No cabins. No bathhouse. No time spent at “The place to be in the heart of Georgia.”
We’re not at camp, but camp is in our hearts. We feel the spirit of Camp Christian when we laugh with our friends during a camp zoom call. We feel the peace of Camp Christian when we close our eyes at night and remember campfires, and vespers of years past. We feel the joy and love of Camp Christian when we reach out to a friend just to say “hi” and be reminded that God’s love comes in the form of camp friendships that can withstand the test of time, distance, and even pandemics.
We know that one day we will be back on Holy Ground. We know that the cabins will be there. The small group villas ready to eavesdrop on our conversations about life. The campfire ring will be ready to hear us scream our silly songs at the top of our lungs into the cicada filled night. And most of all, we know that feeling of camp, that unexplainable sense of love, peace, and sanctuary will be waiting for us.
Soon, we will once again turn onto the dirt road, make our way through the gates, dodge the tree roots and pot holes, and enter into God’s home away from home deep in the heart of Georgia.
Till then, old friend,
Peace
Justin Floyd
Scripture Week Three: (From InsideOut, This is Our Prayer)
Numbers 27:1–11Zelophehad was from the Manasseh tribe, and he had five daughters, whose names were Mahlah, Noah, Hoglah, Milcah, and Tirzah.
One day his daughters went to the sacred tent, where they met with Moses, Eleazar, and some other leaders of Israel, as well as a large crowd of Israelites. The young women said: You know that our father died in the desert. But it was for something he did wrong, not for joining with Korah in rebelling against the Lord. Our father left no sons to carry on his family name. But why should his name die out for that reason? Give us some land like the rest of his relatives in our clan, so our father’s name can live on.
Read the weekly scripture each day. Find a phrase or word that speaks to you. Share your reflections with others over dinner, social media, and in prayer. Share the scripture with a child you know in the car, through a text, or in a children's Bible.
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