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I Was A Spy At Teen Week

Dear Parent. I have been to camp. I have been to teen week. I know that Capture The Princess is one of the most highly requested games. I know due to the progressive nature of the red team there was a revolution during Teen Week 2 so they played Capture The PRINCE instead.   I know that the teens get forced to eat spaghetti with ladels and whisks and turkey basters and I know they just hate it 😉 Poor things.

I even know where the staff hides their candy.

I know you are all so shocked but I am not REALLY a spy. I AM a parent of boys and that is pretty much the same thing, no? I am here to tell you there is no place like Campfire Bible Camp. The whole place warms my heart for so many reasons. Of the most practical, my heart swoons with joy when I see counselors making sure the kids put on their third coat of sunscreen. My heart fills with happiness when I see that the cooks SNEAK beans and peas and carrots into meals and the kids don’t even notice. THEY DON’T EVEN NOTICE. I melt with warm fuzzies when I see counselors and staff encouraging a culture of gratitude and service, and ensuring they clean up after themselves at mealtime. ARE YOU HEARING ME? THE KIDS EVEN SCRAPE THEIR PLATES OFF and there are times when I just want to pay off the staff’s student loans because thank goodness for young adults sporting skinny pants and slouchy hats telling our kids to tidy up. Can I get a Quiet clap for summer camp? CAN I?

Chaplains work to prepare devotionals that are engaging to the teens. There were times during the presentations of these devotionals when I could hear a PIN DROP. I sat at the fire and listened to strong messages about making RIGHT CHOICES even when it’s hard, about staying on the RIGHT PATH even when it would be easier to follow what your friends are doing, even when everyone is doing something different. I heard messages about Job and Jesus, messages directed to teens about life and joy and suffering and how it all is part and parcel of the narrow path.  I heard dramatic fireside devos warning teens from quenching the Holy Spirit, not letting their fire for the Lord go out, as water was dramatically thrown at the campfire for added effect and everyone’s eyes went really wide for a second. I saw teens sing and dance with tambourines above their heads swaying with the words from My Servant King and City Harmonic’s Manifesto while they close their eyes and fall in love with worshipping all over again. Or for the first time in their young lives.

I have laid eyes on teens growing in the Lord and I have laid eyes on them growing in prayer.

As a parent of a camper you can feel comfortable about their vegetable intake, along with the physical safety of your child, let me tell you, they are on it! You will feel nothing but JOY when your teens slump into the back of your car exhausted from too much fun, humming WE WILL DANCE ON THE STREETS THAT ARE GOLDEN the whole way home.

by Sabrina Jaspers

Sabrina blogs regularly at Three Princes

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