Beautiful Sunset, SC, provides the backdrop for the Royal Ambassador Camp of the South Carolina Baptist Convention. Everytime I go back, I am reminded of years past: of Lake Chillywater, of being WET for a solid week (it was really only three days, but it seemed like a YEAR), of Greg Miller golfing a mole (yes, a mole) we caught in our cabin with a broom at 2am one morning, of Keith Pettigrew’s encounter with a mouse hole he thought was a clown car, of Little Kanpai Tokyo being initiated into the McCall tribe, of hikes, of chapel services with my son, and of lots of other fun things.
And then, there are the smells. OH, the smells. ‘Nuf said.
Today I had the great honor of taking eight of our boys to RA camp for a week. We got them registered and they charged up the hill without looking back. I remember the first time I left Drew there and how nervous I was. That seems like a lifetime ago. Today he was in the front of the pack, hard charging to Cabin 8, and very excited that Jake Barrett is one of his counselors.
I watched all of those guys charge up the hill and it made me think of the years I have either dropped them off OR stayed with them. That group of boys will always be special to me because Drew is one of them. But he is not the only one I have watched grow up. And we will blink, and we will be dropping them off at college. Watching them build lives and families. Watching them follow God and LEAD when He calls.
I watch all of that and I am humbled that they call me pastor and coach . . . It really puts a lump in my throat to realize that not only are they growing up, but I am having some impact on them. Fact is, all of us are having SOME kind of impact, whether it is good or not. But it humbles me that they would call me pastor.
I don’t know what God will do with those guys, but I just betcha it is something really special. And one day, I will look back to all of those times I have watched them hike up that hill at Camp McCall and realize what a treasure they all are.
And then, my eyes will water a little like they are now . . . And I will blame on allergies then, as I do today.
May God bless those little men!!!
Sincerely,
Little Kanpai Tokyo