Entering The Third Week of Camp!

I am recovering from allergies, while in the Wilderness Camp, as a counselor, to say the least, but camp is full of transformation.

You must know that I was in Revolution Hawaii, that I made it back to Oregon, safetly, and that I am currently in the mist of summer camp. I do get mad at myself for having a cold, like I do each year, but things are getting better. I am finding it hard to read the Bible, because it is so confusing and cloudy. I find myself to busy for simple things. And I find it hard to write on real paper. I want to write more but I don't want to carry a big box of papers with me, forever. I could throw away all my things, like normal people do. I do throw away most of my things. Long story. But all this is so confusing. I find so many confusing. And I need to learn how to just relax and enjoy life. I am recovering from a year in Hawaii. I mean, Hawaii means the world to me and it has taught me so much. I want to go back but I still love Oregon and I want to move to California. I am spitting out my thoughts, right now.

My first week of camp, we had eight campers, ages 12-16, about, and they were typically shallow or mutual or not too excited about everything. But we have a rope course, in the woods. We have a zip-line, rock-climbing wall, a high-circuit and low circuit rope course, and other exciting things. We teach the campers about the path of life, about choices, about balance, about courage over fear, about love through action, about faith, about love, and destiny, and life, as seen especially in Jesus. Never let go of that, of truth, of destiny, of the only way.

The second week had about thirteen campers, plus a guest staff, Gator, and about ten of the campers were female, and they were more excited about everything, and some of them were here last summer, and it was exciting, and I was still singing in the portal-parties, those portal bathrooms, every once in a while, and some of them love my singing. We hav e giant swing, too. And we all love that. But I still had a cold and I find it hard totally relating to the kids.

But we were able to take a field-trip, alongside of the main camp, the younger campers, ages 5-12, out to a near by city, for Independance Day, July 4, 2008, a day after my mother's birthday, and we watched the fire work, and it was good and all. Wow. Mike, the head of the Wilderness Camp, is becoming more like me, wow, and the best is yet to come.

Become like Mike Kurtz!
Become like Joey Arnold!
I mean, become like Jesus Christ!