For most of the people in my life, I think a trip out to Minnesota to volunteer at a camp -- even a church camp -- likely seemed a bit out of left field. What's an unmistakable urbanite like you, Spencer, doing heading off from General Seminary in New York, into the woods to play in drum circles and sing around a campfire, being regularly eaten alive by mosquitos and whatever else lives out there?
Well, here's t`he thing: camp is great. Like, really great. Great in a way that is actually hard to explain -- which is something I've heard friends who were formed by their own camp experiences say for years, but I think I now understand what they meant.
For those of us who have been lucky enough in our lifetimes to experience real, deep community -- in whatever shape it may have taken when it found us -- we know that it is something that can scarcely be described, but rather tasted and seen. EYMC is like that. It is a place where God's boundless, unconditional love is proclaimed, and where joy and possibility in the Spirit permeate the air that you breathe. It is a place for both youth and adults, if only just for a week, to practice living in the world that we long for, and for which God longs for us.
At EYMC, through our music, through our stories, through our prayers, we are gifts to one another, to the glory of our Creator. I am grateful to have stumbled into the party.
-Spencer
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