I woke up early this morning because I had to work. I know, I know, everyone has to work, and my teaching is no different. But when you are at camp, everything else seems to slip away in importance. Campfire and tuck and chapel and hurtling down a 100-foot slip ‘n’ slide seems to encompass my entire reality, and everything else is an interpretation.
But here I am, pounding on keyboard just before dawn, trying to get a lecture ready. It really is an exceptional place here. I walked out of my cabin into the hazy light before the sun was to rise on the other side of the Main Lodge. But the morning smelled like camp. It felt like camp. And as I sat at a picnic table, and watched the sun rise and felt the mosquitoes nipping at my ankles, I felt the crash of realities fall in on me: I need to be here, but I need to be “out there” as well–out in the real world, paying bills and learning and making money and everything else.
I guess that’s a bit how life is, how the really important things get lost in the urgent. But camp is really important, and I’m glad I’m able to be here at least a little bit.
Brenton
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I’ve often felt that Canoe Cove Christian Camp was ‘a glimpse of heaven.’ We spend a week (or more) out there and everything else seems to slip away. It’s a great time of praising God without the distractions of everyday life — A wonderful peek of what it’s going to be like in heaven.