Saturday, August 1, 2015
When they asked me to spend a week as the bible study leader at Camp Gilmont I said "Sure" mostly because I say that to anything Gilmont asks me. But when they told me I was going to talk to the kids about the Holy Spirit I knew my moment had come. The moment I was morn for. The moment I had waited all my life for. The moment I had dreamed of. If you calculate that I have said the Apostles Creed 50 times a year for the last 50 years using averages and giving me two weeks vacation here and there, I've declared I believe in the Holy Ghost about 2,500 times in my life. Then when you calculate all the little children standing around me listening to me tell them I believe in ghosts I figure I had some 'splaining to do for these tikes.
It turned out I needn't have worried. Either the kids had not been listening or they don't care about ghosts. The Holy Ghost part didn't scare anybody. When I showed up dressed as a Holy Ghost not only did they not buy into it, one little girl tried to pull my sheet off.
However, I did have one miraculous experience instead.
I have never done the bibles study leader gig at Gilmont before. I didn't really know my role or how to prepare for it. And I need to confess that I was woefully unprepared. However, being a firm believer in the power of the Holy Spirit I figured I could wing it. So I did.
And I don't mean this as a joke at all. I'm very sincere. I am also in awe and grateful. For a few of the sessions with the kids my predessors had plowed the ground before me and all I had to do was walk the path they had made for me (Thank you, Jennifer Rigoulout). And for a couple of sessions I could let the kids guide a "conversation" with their questions. But there were also moments when I sat in jfront of the kids and opened my mouth and prayed for the Spirit to speak and it did. Somehow words came to me and I said stuff. Ideas came to me, thoughts I had thought of before, maybe things I hadn't thought of in years would return to my mind and the perfect story would hop out of my mouth. It was a partnership.
But the best came last. Because I had to leave early Friday afternoon and couldn't make it for the evening's vesper service James suggested we video my message for the kids. And I knew what I wanted to say and how I wanted to say it. What I didn't know it what a great sidekick the Holy Spirit makes. See for yourself: