Today is the day my son leaves for church camp. I am a little sad because he will be gone for three days and I will miss him. I am excited for him though and know that he will have a great time and hopefully learn more about and get closer to God. I can only remember going to church camp one time when I was a child. We went to Murfreesboro, Tennessee. I was probably about the same age as my son is now which is ten. I may have been a little older. It is funny the things that you remember about an experience. I remember riding the bus down there and riding horses and swimming there. I also remember some of the church parts. I went to a very conservative Baptist church when I was a child and this church camp was no different. The girls were not allowed to wear shorts. We could wear skirts or what they used to call and maybe still do call coolots. They were kind of like capris but fuller like a skirt with legs. I remember one time we were in the sanctuary and there was a woman talking to us about men wearing shorts. I can still see the room and everything in my mind and this lady talking about how she didn’t want to see men’s hairy legs. I don’t know why I remember that so vividly. Weird. I don’t remember hearing sermons about God’s love but I remember the sermons about Hell and damnation. I do feel that we should have a certain fear of God’s wrath but I think the main thing to focus on is His love. I know that the church we go to now does focus on that so I am not nervous about my son going. I know a lot of the leaders that are going and he is in good hands.
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