Thursday Drive
I drove down to Columbia on Thursday morning for a meeting of the Committee that talks about Covenant Point Camp. It doesn’t seem write to call this a ‘camp meeting’ without speaking in tongues or something, but it was a camp committee meeting I guess. I am glad to be a part of this committee because Christian Camping is so very important. Many of us had experiences of God’s grace and love at a camp.
I remember, and perhaps I will share this in a sermon one day, crying into a sock. It was the final night of camp, during worship. The music was going along, and, perhaps after communion, I was praying. I realized, as I would learn later in the words of Paul Tillich, that I was accepted by God. “Accept that you are accepted,” said Tillich in a sermon. Well, at camp that night, I realized that God did love me and accept me. And I began to cry. A lot. I was a little embarrased, so I looked around for a tissue. Nothing. I looked down at my shoes and thought, “Oh well. God accepts me. These people will just have to deal.” I removed my shoe and wiped my nose with my sock.
In the wake of God’s grace, being proper doesn’t count for too much.