When I was a kid, I came to Siloam Springs every summer for church camp. For nine years in a row, we'd drive up crooked highway 59 and spend a week eating bad food, pulling pranks, and learning about God. It was in this town that I accepted Christ, so it seems only fitting that I'm back here.
One of the things I remember vividly about church camp was the "mountaintop" feeling you had when you came home. After a week of fellowship with other believers, of twice-daily church, Bible study, devotionals, and constant prayer, it was hard to come back home to reality. So the enthusiasm waned as the weeks wore on and "real life" started again.
My grandmother asked me last week what my job was like, and I've been trying to figure out an answer to that question since. It occurred to me today that my job is like trying to work at church camp. The advantage of chapel, prayer and spirituality integrated into your workday coupled with the challenge of achieving goals, personnel issues, and boring meetings.
Oh, the meetings. Today I attended the most boring meeting in the history of the universe. And I was on a committee in Fort Smith called the "business continuity committee" where we talked about how to continue processes in the event of natural disasters. Today was worse. Faculty salary scales and steps and years in rank and percentages of base... I'm surprised my head didn't explode.
Am I too old to go back to church camp? It's just down the street!
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um, apparently your stinky cousin thinks he's still at church camp. he farts and then tells me about it. isn't that what he did in front of the church after church camp? tell the ENTIRE church about his leaders farting on him? oh, my hubby. some people never change.
notice on my blog i am one mile closer to our marathon? impressed? you should be b/c i'm pretty sure that mile stole my dignity.
Do you really want to go back to camp? I hear there is a really good looking children's pastor coming the second week of July!!
Yes, I do want to go back to church camp, Christy. Perhaps I can come to children's church in July and hear that good looking pastor you refer to. I hear his wife's pretty jealous, though.
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