It’s Tuesday night, the second night of camp at Warner. It’s well past midnight, and the heart of the storm has past. Just a few hours earlier bright flashes of lightening filled the sky, followed almost instantaneously by huge claps of thunder. At the time we were all in the Tabernacle together. Rain pounded on the low ceiling. With walls of mostly screen on all sides, it felt as though we were right out in the storm as it raged around us. God gives us the opportunity to put our days topic into action... overcoming our fears. The intense loud thunder and constant bolts of lightening jolt us alive and seem to intensify our passion to worship an all powerful God. It’s so good to feel the presence of God in that place; to worship with 130 others who also have a hunger to experience God.
Now the campers are all safely tucked into cabins, and I lay here in bed with an open window two feet from my head where gentle rain falls like music. Thunder still rumbles, but no longer startles. Now it’s a soothing sound that is deep and distant. A breeze carries the fresh scent of rain, and delivers it to me as a gift from God. The darkness is occasionally interrupted as if a camera flash were giving my mind a chance to take a picture of this peaceful moment. Memories of life change. God’s grace, and my gratitude. My wife near me now, sound asleep. What is it I feel? Peace. Fulfillment. Joy. Thankfulness. My eyes eventually close.
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Wed, August 3, 2011
by Chris Spitters