Another year of summer camps has drawn to a close, and I find myself conflicted with warring emotions. Of course “glad to be home” doesn’t begin to describe how much I missed my bed and my bathroom. Naturally I’m sighing with relief to escape the sun, the bugs and dirt. Unfamiliar schedules and different foods lost their allure the second day of camp. Yet I leave behind countless youth floundering in difficult life situations. My own misfortunes pale in comparison.
Their needs break my heart. And so I find myself humming the theme song of Camp Bountiful every day. “I fall on my knees and I fight like a warrior. I’m a warrior on my knees. I call on the name of the One who is conqueror…” Gotta’ love Steven Curtis Chapman! I chose pictures of victory for this post, rather than pics of lives in chaos, because I believe the victory lies before us if we choose to embrace it.
In the aftermath I find two camps of thought. One judges the kids and their music and their demonstrable cries for help. The other falls on their knees in intercession. In my lifetime I have never seen a generation so mired in the landscape surrounding them. The world’s incessant violence, divisive politics, variant lifestyles and degenerating morals leave wrecked lives in its wake, reflecting back to discerning eyes exactly what they see. As the famous pragmatist William James once wrote, “Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does.” So, do you want to make a difference? What the troubled kids you know really need is warriors. I choose to be a warrior. Why not join me?