I’m so excited. I’m at Summer Camp. That’s right. Right now I’m in Cocoa Beach with students from Second Baptist. It’s going to be a great week!
As I’m here, multiple memories of camps just like this one come flooding to my mind. Such. Great. Memories.
Let me make a confession. I don’t like the beach. Really never have. My family loves the beach. So I tolerate the salt and sand out of love for them.
But I love summer camp with my church. Why? Because I can look back to some of the most significant times in my spiritual development and they occurred at summer camp. I don’t remember the sand, waves, shore, and seashells. But I remember what God did in my life.
It was the camp between my 7th and 8th grade year that I finally got serious about my relationship with the Lord. I can look back today and still see that as a significant time in my life. I can look back to the summer between my 11th and 12th grade year. That’s when God called me to be a pastor.
I’m praying for summer camp. I hope you are too. Because it is at camps just like this all across the nation where students are saved, get serious, are called to ministry, sell out, and are changed forever. I’m praying that this week for our students. Will you pray with me?