Ever heard the saying blood is thicker than water?
As I’m sure you’ve seen, recently, it’s been said that the saying is a shortened version of “the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” which not only has a meaning completely opposite of the first, but is the perfect definition of relationships through Jesus Christ.
When you go to the Virginia district’s Nazarene teen camp, not only will your relationship with God grow, but current friendships will grow stronger and new friendships will be made.
Everyone on the campus is considered family to one another.
Every year that my feet exit the van with “Charlottesville First Church of the Nazarene” plastered to the side of it (or sometimes Christy’s car) and step onto the grounds of the Virginia Nazarene Camp I already feel changed and immediately feel overcome by grace and joy.
This past week, we had morning & night services every day, like every year. This year, they were led by author and speaker Susie Shellenberger (you can watch her most recent weekly, minute-long devotional on 2 Corinthians 3 here).
Shellenberger’s night services had themes to them, consisting of iRok, iSleep, iStand, and iDie.
After the “iRok” service, we had our nightly group devotionals and in this instance we had to go up front and find a way to explain the rules. One of our options was to do a rap. Me, being my very energetic self, thought it sounded like an entertaining idea. I came up with a rap about the rules of protecting others’ and the camp’s property, and cleaning up after ourselves.
After the rest of our group performed their silent skit, along with Big G (whom I’ll talk about later) as my beat-boxer, I explained what they had just silently shown with this rap… or rather just a poem that I made go along with a beat.
Yo, don’t touch that phone; that ain’t yours.
Hey dude that’s my phone; not yours.
Writing in the halls, writing on the stalls.
Put that pen down, don’t write on the walls.
Trash on the ground, makes Tammy frown.
Put it where it belongs, make it drown.
For some reason, the rap sounded way better when sang (rather said) along with the beat and caused most everyone in the boys’ dorm when I was going to “drop a mix-tape,” got plenty of praise from the rest of the people on campus, and actually had a youth leader from Lynchburg (whom I’m very close to) Logan Phillips, better known as Logi-Bear, request that I perform another in the talent show, but I’ll get to that later; back to the less meant-to-be entertaining, meant to be emotional and spiritual stuff.
On the night of “iSleep,” I felt led to share my personal testimony as I felt it would help others to share theirs.
In my opinion, the two best were her sermons on iStand and iDie.
For iStand, she spoke about standing up for your faith like the people in Islam and other countries, and the story of The Fiery Furnace (Daniel 3) in which Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego refuse to “worship the image of gold you (King Nebuchadnezzar) have set up.'” (Daniel 3:12) This message led to an altar call, something we did at every service this week, that led to nearly every single person in the room, student and adult alike, to go up and pray with a counselor about whatever was holding them back from being able to say “iStand”. In this instance, you would be “awarded” of sorts with a t-shirt that reads “iStand three guys, one inferno, & a whole lot of tan.”
After this, we had a talent show in which Nick Willis (for the show known as “Slick” Nick, I was Collin “The Brain”) came in as my new beat-boxer.
We came out first to some intro music that Slick requested to Logi-Bear and I hit the crowd with an intro with a good and catchy rhyme before hitting the crowd with yet another rap, titled “Ridin’ To Camp” and at the request of Nick, dedicated to KFC (neither of us know why, this was a flat-out comedy show at this point).
Ridin’ in the van.
Sleep if you can.
The girls really loud,
Like the fox yelling wapapapow.
Appiton.
Complains on & on.
Sayin’ “she’s takin a selfie.
A selfie wit’ me.”
They bicker back and forth.
Arguments got no worth.
Big G in the back.
Not listening to rap.
He’s listening to rave.
Something that he craves.
I’m sitting shotgun,
Beside the only one.
The one in the van,
Older than a hundred and ten.
His name is Clay Marsh.
His clothes need to be washed.
Not really, it’s all willy nilly.
I’m just trying to rhyme.
Now we finally arrive.
To praise the man in the sky.
That’s all we’ve got.
Beat us?
Take your best shot,
And I hope you got a kick,
Out of that beat by Nick.
Some of the fellow campers say we “stole the show” (no, I’m not basking in our glory and trying to have all the thunder, although it was pretty nice), but I would say the two performances that truly stole the show were Issi Marsh (performing a song by OneDirection and “Dream On” by Aerosmith) and Kayla Barker (performing “Baby” by Justin Bieber [I have to add she looks like him] and “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey), and counselors Chima Ezeigbo and Ben Bailey doing the Mr. Bean opera.
Neither of the performances consisted of singing by the people actually performing.
Issi and Kayla had a Jimmy Fallon-style lip-sync battle while Chima and Ben “gracefully” danced and eventually “died”.
True comedy, and although some thought Nick & I’s rap, Pastor Allen Perdue & his kids performing “Oceans” by Hillsong UNITED, some amazing dancing & drawing, were all good, no performance stood out to me as those two (along with Greg & Caanan’s [ENC representatives] camp song) as much.
For the night of iDie, Susie spoke more about Islam and standing up for your faith and what we would do if we were put in a situation to die for God.
This night in particular stood out to me.
After the service, we had an altar call like every night of the five days. That night, my brother in Christ, Nick, a nephew of my pastor, along with his brother, Camden, went up to the front. Me being so close to them, and usually doing so anyways, went up to pray with them.
Camden did not pray out loud as I prayed over them but his brother, however, did.
The one thing he said that caught me, as I was into my own prayer for them, was something he said over and over.
“We’re going to be the generation to change the world.”
Like I said, I didn’t hear the rest of the prayer, and didn’t need to, as every time he said it I paused mid-sentence and basked in the way it touched me.
After the altar call Nick went up to the front and said the same words, which of course, led to an applause and a roar of proud teenagers.
On the last day, Wednesday, we had another service, but the shorter-than-the-rest service didn’t stand out to me, what happened after did.
Afterwards the Citizenship Award was presented, an award earned for showing amazing kindness, true love of God and, well, citizenship. It also pays for the full experience and expenses of camp the next year.
Camp director Tammy Hensley went up front and introduced my youth pastor Clay Marsh.
Clay came up front and while a select few people actually yelled my name, I shook my head “no” and unbeknownst to him, pointed to whom I knew was the true winner at that point, especially considering I wouldn’t even be coming as a student the next year.
Clay proved me right after an into I can’t match.
The winner was my “brother”, “Big G”, Galen Reed, a true living example of how a teddy-bear, rather a Christian, should be and act. A young 15-year-old who already stands at around 6’10”. Someone who is constantly causing people to smile, giving hugs, and showing true acts of kindness.
I went up front after it was known that the choked-up teddy couldn’t give an acceptance speech, and rather than giving a congratulation hug from just me, I was soon crowded around by EVERYONE in the tabernacle and was probably in the middle of the biggest group hug in history.
After the students had cleared and G got a hug from the crying (she definitely wasn’t the only one) Tammy Hensley, I got the signature Big G bear hug I was originally looking for to an awkward yet emotional and just as touching “aww” from everyone in the room.
Later on the way home, Galen said that he also thought that it was me or him after Clay was called up, but as soon as I heard Tammy say “I’m going to ask that Clay Marsh come up,” I had no doubts at all who the winner was.
Out of all the memories of just this year, the many other years, and the many more to come of being on that campground, that was the most memorable of them all, and I want to thank everyone who was simply there and made this past week so special; I look forward to seeing you next year and for many more to come.
God bless you ALL.
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