I was sitting on the dock of our diocesan camp, the Barbara C Harris Center, when I began feeling uncomfortable.
It’s 9 pm on a Tuesday evening, and my 9 and 11 year old boys have just finished their second full day of Camp Mama.
This summer, I have learned a lot about how to hold contrasting feelings: joy and sadness, excitement and anxiety, even fear and courage.
The simplest way I can describe Wild Goose is a progressive Christian festival, an ecumenical experience that can house exvangelicals on deconstruction journeys alongside various mainstream protestants, Catholics, Quakers, and the unaffiliated.
Why do we need to keep the kids busy all summer? Aren’t they busy enough all during the school year? Don’t they deserve a little time to rest and relax, too?
Summer in youth ministry is filled with opportunities that arise with the relaxation of schedules and routines.
Jesus tells us to have the faith of a child, but I wonder if there is also something to having the summer of a child.
I remember that first pick-up — he was sweaty, hoarse, stinky, and did not want to leave.
Little did I know that reconnecting with nature and my inner being would help me reconnect with God, too.
Our almost-8-year-old son is attending two weeks of day camp right now, in the middle of July, hopefully before the second wave of covid-19 crashes into our area of central Virginia.