I get to speak at a Family Camp this week, which, if you’re unfamiliar, is like a giant family reunion amped up on potato salad with koinonia miracle whip and towering urns of coffee. The mornings are polkadotted with bible studies and the big evening service packs everyone into a giant wooden tabernacle that’s older than me and probably you, maybe even older than the both of us combined. A speaker speaks (this time it’s my turn) and a worship leader sings and the camp of families engage at all different levels, unified by a rather unique experience. It’s simple yet mystical and quite peculiar, but that’s usually how things go when followers of Christ get together. It’s challenging, encouraging, healing, sometimes bland (especially the speaker), yet no community organization or virtual reality is quite the same as this.
Mac and his friend and I are here with me this week, the three of us just finishing up a round of putt-putt. Before we know it, it’ll be suppertime and then “big church”. We’ll worship together, harmonize on the hymns and choruses and keep looking for the place where God is working and join him there. I like to think of this as a guided spiritual vacation en masse. There’s truly nothing like it.
(R) Adam Davidson 