Back At Michi-Lu-Ca
I spent two days camping in Tent & Trailer at Michi-Lu-Ca with Laura and Maggie earlier this week. I shudder to even write this, but five summers have come and gone since my feet last hit that sandy soil. This time was bitter-sweet, but not at all in the way that I expected. Mainly, the "sweetness" came from realizing that the ministry done in that
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I'm at a summer camp right now and I'm downright horrified by the things people complain about. I can't tell you how many times I've said, "but this is what I came to camp FOR! The bugs! The dirt! This lake! The trees... there's so much beauty here!" I've lost touch with what people expect from summer camp these days.
I know that things change. I remember feeling a sense of ownership over the Stomp Song and then needing to let it go when everyone started singing it differently. The campers loved it the way it had become, so I let them have it.
That's why I asked Dan if things were different, yet still the same. I asked, how is this still the Michi-Lu-Ca that I called home? The answer he gave was pretty much what you just described. It's still the same ministry. It's still a place where campers come and commune with the Holy Spirit. They live and learn and love just as I did.
That place that meant so much to me is still there, and it's just the way I remember it when I see old friends. Eryn will always be Eryn. Tim, Amy, Adam, Josh, Stephanie, Nathan, Eric, Sarah, and everyone else over the years I was there are still dear to me. What's between us is still camp, and I feel it even when no one is wearing a bandana!
As the song goes, I've still got sand in my shoes...
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