Trevor & I made it back from camp on Friday night. By Saturday I was sick with junky sinuses and mild fever. Spent most of Sunday in bed. Today I have been well enough to sit at the computer.
So how was camp? For the counselors, it was more work than fun. I spent the week with a constant hum of low-grade exhaustion. But was it worth it? Oh, yes. The kids had a great time, and Trevor would go back in a heartbeat if he could. “Even next week?” Kay asked him. Yes. “Even without Dad?” Yes. “Even with a completely different group of kids, so you had to make new friends?” Yes.
The Christian aspect of the camp was actually quite good — there were only a couple times when I cringed. Even the “decision night” was handled well, pretty straightforward without hype. Seeing a couple of the rowdiest boys stay behind to recommit their lives to Jesus — that was great. And later that evening in our cabin, I shared with “my boys” the story of how Jesus met me when I was their age, 11 years old.