My grandpa Del moved to Wenatchee from Canada via horse drawn wagon. My grandma Autumn was the daughter of a fast shooting deputy and a southern beauty. And they had a dream…they just didn’t know what it was.
They raised their family and reached retirement and the world was wide open with possibilities. But Autumn was burdened with the idea that they were supposed to do something specific with the property they owned up on Blewitt Pass, something for God. So she talked to her youngest son (my Dad) who was a Bible collage student at the time, and they began to pray.
For three days they quietly stood before the Lord, seeking answers and a face for this invisible dream. On the third day Del strolled up to Autumn and said: “You know what I’d really like to do with that property?” He did not know of her prayers on that very subject, and so she held her breath and wondered what he would say.
“I think we should start a Christian Youth Camp.” And thus Camas Meadows Bible Camp was born.
The first camp was in the winter of 1973. They only had the small lodge which housed about 20-25 people and no electricity, plumbing, or running water. The campers prayed and sang and learned about their Lord by the light of kerosene lanterns. They had to use chilly winter outhouses and Del hauled in water from a nearby spring in big metal milk cans. But it was a beginning, and since the whole crazy thing was the Lord’s idea anyway they figured that He would shuffle out the details.
Now our capacity is 85 campers, we have two lodges and three extra cabins, and when you turn on the faucet actual water in both hot and cold temperatures comes out. Forty years after that first camp, God is still amazing us with His beautiful ridiculous ways.
My grandparents didn’t get much of a retirement, but they obeyed. I only hope that upon looking back at my legacy, I will have been as faithful.