GA District Summer Camp
"The Bell"- wake-up calls, mealtimes, activities, and chapel. Always stolen the last night of camp.
Cold Showers- no hot water until the 80's.
Learning to Swim- at the public pool in Adrian, Georgia-with the girls because we didn't believe in "Mixed Bathing" (I did wash my hair in the pool a couple of times).
Morning and Evening Chapel in an Open Tabernacle-swatting gnats and no AC.
Morning Hikes with Bro. Paul (children's camp)
"Little Tabernacle"-since torn down.
Ethel Anderson 1, 2, 3, 4.
The First Kiss (I was 13 and hated it! Ran back to the dorm and cried)
Girls Dorm 1 and Falling in Love for the first time.
The Kiss (beyond the sign that read, "No PDA" and loved it:)) Getting caught for PDA and hated it:(
Fighting with girls who would later become some of my best summer friends.
Fighting with girls over boys who would disapper from my life like a vapor.
Making great friends and saying goodbye, to some I never saw again.
Getting saved at an altar, while kneeling on a sandy, concrete floor.
Waves of revival lasting into the early morning.
Prayer and Praise with hands uplifting high.
A HOLY place where I came to embrace a personal God, the place where mama and daddy's religion became faith to me.
I have since questioned, doubted, and often shaken my fists in the face of a good God...
but my mind often wanders back to the summer of '73 when I came to know Jesus, to '75 when I knew full-surrender, to '77 when I knew, that I knew, that I knew.
I no longer attend camp meetings...I no longer volunteer for service there...
I no longer feel at home there...
but when by choice I visit I am keenly aware of the presence of a Holy God,
and the mere sand that I stand upon is Holy Ground.