{"id":139,"date":"2013-04-27T23:15:53","date_gmt":"2013-04-27T23:15:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thecampfire.camasmeadows.org\/?p=139"},"modified":"2013-04-28T12:41:18","modified_gmt":"2013-04-28T12:41:18","slug":"glorious","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thecampfire.camasmeadows.org\/?p=139","title":{"rendered":"Glorious"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Scruffy was asked to speak in church last week. How did he express with only feeble words what camp ministry is all about? He shared a moment.<\/p>\n<p>A moment that shows us that God&#8217;s call is not faulty, that yes those 20 hour work\u00a0days in July are doing something other than giving Scruff gray hair, and that\u00a0God is faithful to bring His glory into our shattered world.<\/p>\n<p>The image was of a ten-year-old girl standing at the back in chapel, her eyes closed, her hands raised, singing &#8220;Everything Glorious&#8221; with the other campers.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Boo Boo&#8221;, you might say, &#8220;singing happens all the time at camp.&#8221; And I would have to agree with you. But this moment was part of a story and God is ever at work in the stories of our lives, even those small quiet moments that we overlook.<\/p>\n<p>A\u00a0little boy\u00a0came to camp one year and the next year he came back. When he walked into the lodge Scruffy remembered his name and he told us that this meant everything to him. He poured his heart and soul into camp and\u00a0somewhere along the way he told Scruff about his cousin. She was so young and walking\u00a0the kind of\u00a0road that would overwhelm you and I.\u00a0They\u00a0conspired to get her to camp and succeeded. Seeing that little girl free of responsibility and strain for one glorious sunny week, pushed Scruff over the edge. She had to come back. There was no money for another\u00a0week, but our local church came through and the little girl returned. And our worship band\u00a0from church visited camp.<\/p>\n<p>They played &#8220;Everything Glorious&#8221; by the David Crowder Band.<\/p>\n<p>My eyes are small but they have seen<br \/>The beauty of enormous things<br \/>Which leads me to believe<br \/>There&#8217;s light enough to see that<\/p>\n<p>You make everything glorious<br \/>You make everything glorious<br \/>You make everything glorious<br \/>And I am Yours<br \/>What does that make me?<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0\u00a0And\u00a0the little girl stood in the back of the room singing, her eyes closed, her hands raised to Heaven.\u00a0Because God&#8217;s church stepped into her world and sent her to camp, she had\u00a0another\u00a0week to be a child, a week to play capture the flag in the black forest, to\u00a0hide an entire cabin&#8217;s shoes on the lodge roof, a week to\u00a0pray and to cry and\u00a0sing and to\u00a0realize that even\u00a0in the midst of a dark and terrible place God had made her glorious.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Boo Boo<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Scruffy was asked to speak in church last week. How did he express with only feeble words what camp ministry is all about? He shared a moment. 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