I just got back from junior camp, and to be honest, I’m too tired to write up a whole post about it – plus for some reason I agreed to service coordinate at the 6pm starting in a little bit… but, man, I love my job.
I got to spend the weekend with 46 other people who either have been transformed by Jesus or are curious enough about him to come on a church camp and engage with talks and activities reading the Bible and learning the stories of the Holy Spirit at work in the book of Acts.
Sure, there was plenty of teenage drama this weekend, but there were also plenty of young people who wanted to read the Bible and have conversations about it, who wanted to pray and listen to the Holy Spirit, who wanted to chase leaders with glow sticks and wear butterfly bandanas like ninjas all weekend.
