Camp is not for Sissy's!

There is nothing more daunting or humbling then being promoted to Co-dean the day before camp starts. I must admit I was scared and a little concerned about how everything was going to fall into place. Once we all got there and after a few almost “what in the world am I doing!” breakdowns from yours truly, everything went fine. It was even better when I got to ring the bell. I had so much power! Ha ha! Now for the stories:

Spiders:
3rd and 4th grade girls are still afraid of spiders (most of them) especially if the spiders feel so inclined to take a shower. Now I am not one for the arachnid type but I had to “cowgirl-up” and kill some eight-legged creatures that were damaging the calm of some of the girls. By the way, screams echoing off ballrooms walls doesn’t do well for the eardrums either.

There’s a Toad in the Bathhouse!:
Guys (or girls), ever wanted to throw a toad into a bathroom? One boy almost got to fulfill that childhood dream. Luckily I noticed someone of the male gender standing next to the door to the bathhouse. After telling him to go put it out in the field I went back into the kitchen to fill my water bottle. I should have stayed to make sure he put the poor toad back were it belonged. The boy thought it needed to be in the boys bathroom instead. Now, I was told by someone standing by that screams had come out of the boys bathhouse. Funny.

Two Years in the Waiting:
Caedon wanted to be baptized. When the invitation was given he was among the few dozen kids that went forward. Later when he was discussing his desire with his team leader he expressed the fact that he had been wanting to be baptized for two years. Whenever he asked his parents they told him no, or wait. Caedon had a Mohawk that laid flat, if I was just to look at this kid I would assume he was ornery and to watch him carefully. He is the sweetest boy. Quite, calm and curious. Caedon wanted someone to talk to his mom when she came to pick him up. Crystal, the dean, called his mother and left her a message. The next morning and every hour after that Caedon asked Crystal if his mother had called back. She hadn’t. Well camp ended and the kids left in droves. Caedon and about a dozen kids were left around camp. I was sitting on the chapel steps as Crystal was coming down the hill, she yelled at me from across camp, “We are having a baptism!” Caedon’s mom had finally called back. When Caedon came out of the water his smile was wide and he was almost teary-eyed. The passion and eagerness Caedon showed made me think, when was the last time I was striving for my Jesus with intensity.