The first week of my vacation has already past, and what a week it was! Jeff and I spent it with many members of our church family at the Syncline Group Camp, where we enjoyed wonderful food, great company, and an early morning wake-up call.
Okay, we didn’t enjoy the early morning wake-up call. Who wants to hear a smoke alarm going off, someone yelling “Fire!” and your husband stumbling around your camping trailer as he struggles to get on a pair of pants and grab the fire extinguisher at 5:15 in the morning?
But what we saw as people sprung into action to take care of a trailer fire this past Wednesday was amazing:
- A mother sprung into action to make sure her children were out of harm’s way.
- Several men ran in with fire extinguishers to try to put the fire out.
- Four men moved the trailer so another could hook it up to his truck and move it to a safer location.
- Calls were placed while coffee was made as the prayers (oh, the prayers!) went up.
- Food was shared.
- Sleeping arrangements were made.
- Things were replaced.
- God’s provision was seen and rejoiced in.
I saw a community of people working together when it was inconvenient, when it was anything but fun, and it was a thing of beauty. No one complained. No one declared the camp to be over, everything to be shot all to heck, and God to have been absent.
We came together. We helped. We supported one another. For my church is not simply a building. It’s not merely a shared creed. It’s a gathering together of imperfect people learning it’s okay to not be okay. It’s a community, with all its loveliness and messiness.
And I am ever so thankful for it.
*Photo Credit: Pascal Maramis ©2012 (Flickr via Creative Commons)