Did you ever go to camp as a child? I did.
I used to be a scrawny 12-year-old child, and clearly hated by my mom, whom I had begged to not make me go. I’d dreaded it for weeks. I used to be sick to my abdomen and positive that at any second I might both sob uncontrollably or throw up. This gave the impression of a good suggestion after I stuffed out my registration card in January, however when it was time to go, I simply needed to show the automobile round and go dwelling. She would hear none of it as she coldly drove me to some undisclosed location within the yonder hinterlands the place unusual trying yokels sat whittling on their entrance porches, looking at us “metropolis people” driving by.
Is she actually going by with this? Is she actually simply going to drop me off at this summer season camp and depart me with all of those complete strangers for an entire week? How might she do that to me?
For these of you who will spend your summer season as camp counselors, this subsequent half is essential.
We lastly arrived, checked in, and stowed every little thing fastidiously below my bunk. I gave my mother a hug goodbye and she or he drove off, disappearing in a cloud of scorching, Arkansas June mud. Standing there alone, I had half an inclination to run after her, throw myself on the hood of the Chrysler station wagon, and scream “No! Don’t depart me!” However I didn’t wish to make a scene. So, I quietly sat on my bunk — me in my new no-name tennis footwear, huge blue shorts, white shirt and a ball cap three sizes too huge, counting the times till Saturday, when this nightmare can be over. My head was pounding from choking again the tears that had been urgent on my throat since we left the home.
I used to be shy and withdrawn. I despised assembly new individuals. I by no means knew what to say to them; didn’t know what to do round them. I simply sat there, making an attempt to mix in with the environment, hoping nobody will discover my presence. There could possibly be nothing worse for a child like me, in a shell like mine, to should endure every week at camp. My father or mother’s divorce was current, and already my world felt like a complicated, 12-year-old mess.
I might nonetheless hear my mother’s voice as she sat me down within the household room to interrupt the information: She and pa have been splitting up. And though I wasn’t fully positive what that meant, the lingering pit in my abdomen was a continuing reminder that one thing had gone dreadfully unsuitable.
However most of all, I felt alone. Pitifully alone.
It wasn’t lengthy till a frizzy-haired “employees” named Dave plopped down on the decrease bunk throughout from me. Together with his fingers intertwined within the springs of the bunk above his head, I puzzled what he might presumably say to make me really feel
“So, John, do you will have a canine?”
These seven easy phrases started a friendship that may final a few years — and begin me on my lengthy journey of therapeutic.
That journey continues in the present day, some 23 years later. However as I look again, I’m amazed at how pivotal that week with two camp counselors, Dave Warnock and Ricky Allen, was in my life. These two have been the primary in a protracted line of “employees” saints who in so some ways are liable for sharing God’s pleasure with me, ceaselessly altering my life’s journey.
If I needed to listing probably the most vital influences in my 35 years of life, the camp counselor can be very almost primary. For 2 weeks each summer season, they made me really feel as if I used to be the middle of the universe. They opened their lives to me on the wagon rides, sharing their trials and triumphs. They looked for me in a sea of youngsters and requested if I needed to play pingpong, all the time letting me win. They let me have one of the best line within the skit that made the entire viewers snigger. They confirmed me what manhood means: duty, management, respect for girls, submission to God. They talked with me. They requested about my life, about college and women and sports activities, about household and hurts and therapeutic. They drew me out of that shell that in any other case would have turn out to be my dwelling.
And on the finish of the day, they got here to my bunk, closed their eyes, and thanked God for me. I desperately wanted that. I very a lot wanted to know that I mattered, that I counted. They made positive of it.
After being round these counselors for only one week, I knew that becoming a member of them was my future. The those who wore that employees shirt embodied every little thing I needed to be.
And on a scorching Monday morning in June of 1980, I donned that hallowed shirt for the primary time. Wanting within the mirror, “Camp Workers” stared proudly again at me. It was a dream come true. No, this wasn’t a uniform. To me, this was a legacy. I had joined the lengthy listing of these earlier than me who had reached out to hundreds of youngsters like me and altered their lives.
Of all that I’ve been privileged to do over time, carrying that cotton, pink employees shirt has been one of many highest honors. Placing it on was like placing on a medal. It symbolized perseverance below trial, integrity in life, grace below strain, faithfulness to Christ, and, for thus many youngsters like me, it symbolized hope in a hurting world.
When you’re planning to get a job on a summer season camp employees this summer season, you’re not becoming a member of a employees; you’re becoming a member of a legacy. You have got an essential chapter to jot down in God’s story of the camp the place you’ll be working, a narrative that has gone on earlier than you and can proceed after you allow. That is your chapter. You have got partnered with God to share His love with a easy but profound message: “You matter. You matter for all of the world.”
They’re coming from each nook. They’re coming of their new summer season shorts and white tennis footwear and shirts and ball caps. They’re coming with contemporary faces and freckles and pimples and new braces and the entire awkwardness and uncertainty that comes with adolescence. However of their eyes is the hope of youth.
The newspaper headlines remind us of the harmful world wherein they stay — damaged properties and damaged lives and crushed spirits and stolen innocence. However God is all the time as much as the problem, regardless of how tough the duty. And He all the time brings the fitting individuals to do the job that should get
For you camp counselors, that is your hour — your probability to present a child a dream, the sort of dream that comes wrapped in a easy T-shirt that claims “Camp Workers.”
Copyright 1999 John Thomas. All rights reserved.