Sunday, March 27, 2022

Jubilee: The father runs to us

Scripture: Luke 15:11-32


            In 2008, I was the Offsite Trip Leader for summer camp at Lutherhaven Ministries in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. Midway through the summer, I had a cabin of 7th and 8th-grade boys in a program that involved camping out in various locations over the course of the week. The boys were various levels of miscreant from your typical just-can’t-stop-bothering-the-girls’-cabins to the stay-up-all-night and raise hell sort. Two of the boys in particular were the worst—naturally, they were twins. Each night, I would find one or both of them up at 2 or 3 in the morning pretending to be an animal in the woods, or throwing rocks at teepees, or trying to sneak off to Lord knows where. This was not my favorite week of camp counseling.

            Which brings us to Wednesday night… when we had our central worship for the week—a meaningful service on the beach with the rest of the campers on site for the week. It was poignant as always, but I was not engaged. Mostly, I was relieved that there were other staff around to watch out for my terrible campers. I decompressed for half an hour around the campfire before it was time to make our way back up the hill to get ready for another night of poor sleep. As we walked, one of the twins lingered and fell behind the rest of the group so I slowed along with him. I wish I could say I was checking in on his emotional or spiritual wellness, but mostly I suspected he was trying to slip away and I was going to force him to move his butt up that hill before the rest of the boys got out of sight.