I'm a jumbled up mess of different flowing thoughts right now. So if this post doesn't flow at all, that's why. I just got back home. The place where I can recuperate from the second week of praise and discipleship in a month. Both of these weeks have had something to offer, the one I just got back from was personal. It was powerful. It was prayer filled. It was hilarious. It was enough o make me wonder why I am not constantly praising God. I tried to keep notes throughout my week for this post right now, but again, they don't flow, so I'll just write about a selective few.
First and foremost,God worked this week. He was in the camp, in the cabins and the chapel. One of my favorite moments was when all those who had questions about their faith were called to the campfire and the opportunity arose to simply sit in the chapel and pray. So that's what I did. I sat. I prayed. I thought. I listened. the thing about God is He has a way of bringing the right people at the right time. I prayed with multiple staff about a problem i was having defeating a sin problem. Or at least that's what I though my problem was.What I understood that night through staff's prayers and God's grace, is that in now way should I ever have to defeat a sin problem. That's out of the realm of human limits. What I hadn't been doing and have needed to do for oh so long, was rest in the fact that Christ has already defeated everything. All sin. All shame. All pain. My problem was that I hadn't fully understood the gospel. Later that same night I took a walk into an open field. I looked up at one of the clearest night skies I may ever see. I looked up at that view. That panorama of twinkling, dizzying, colossal orbs, shining millions and millions of miles away. How big must they be? How much do they weigh? How many were there? I didn't know any of those answers, but I knew one thing. God, the same God, who defeated sin and hell and healed this tiny planet's deaf and lame, He was the one who breathed these stars out. He spoke and they were. He knows each one like the Duggar's somehow know all their children. That thought had me running through that open field, laughing, possibly looking like a crazy person, but laughing at the wonder of God's full uncontrollable grace.
I'll write about one more lesson and save the rest for a later day. This relates somewhat to what I said about God bringing the right people at the right time. I love people. That's little secret, anyone who knows me even a little knows that my favorite thing is talking to people. My God has put amazing people in my path this week. I love all of them so dearly, because of the laughs we shared, the tears we cried, the prayers we offered. All of these times are things I will cherish forever. Not because they were funny, (although they were funny) or because they were emotional, but because I could sense God in our midst when we were together. Throughout the week we felt so comfortable just asking each other for prayer and asking that we could pray for situations that were going on in the camp. I believe that the week was successful because we prayed our way through it. That's what community is. At least that's hat Christian community is (and there isn't any better). We are flawed. We are broken. We are sinful, but we are saved. We are forgiven. Christ is our King and we are all fighting ourselves, our evils, to keep our eyes on the cross.
I thank God for my week at Lake Lundgren so much. I pray for any of you reading this that may have attended this week, that you would not experience another roller coaster. I pray you experience the Gospel. That's what saves and that's what will get you through life. Highs come and go, but we worship a God who is holier then we can comprehend, so why should we let emotions dictate truth? Love God always, remind yourself of the Gospel daily and spread it to anyone who will listen.
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