I’m writing this from the thumb of Michigan, using the thumbs of my hands. Emily, Mac and I are at the camp called Bay Shore in Sebewaing. I’ve been the “Music Evangelist”, though I think the more fitting term might be “Worship Leader”. I’m no Ira Sankey. This is a wonderful camp made up of wonderful, God-loving people who are passionate about Jesus and hungry for the filling of the Holy Spirit. I love leading here; it’s like going to prime a pump that’s already steadily flowing. It’s a rich blessing to be served while I’m serving.

It’s been delightful having Emily and Mac here at family camp. Lexi and Zach are with grandparents this week but perhaps they’ll be here in coming years. I know they’d love it. Emily has been able to run like 22 miles this week and I’ve been able to sleep in waaay past radio time, which is usually about 5:30AM. Mac has been able to do craft at children’s church, where some of the most creative uses of pipe cleaners and plastic spoons are on display, all for the sake of teaching a kid about a Bible story. Paper towel tubes are used, too.

Our family — especially our parents — have been going through quite a time. I won’t go into details here, but we as their kids have been there with them as best we can. It hasn’t been easy. This has been, well, an ironic week. So much rest. So much chaos.

I’ll write more as I can, but it’s time for camp lunch. Mmm… red colored juice.