let lemons be angry

When we do camp, who do we really do it for?

The children? We are not their saviours. We can only be there for five days, and by the sixth day we close our hearts again and run back to our bustling Christmases. The children become stories--and if they should try to follow us back into our daily lives, we would not be large enough to bear that responsibility.

Our leaders and coworkers? We are all walking on different paths towards the same guiding star. But on our individual paths, there will be obstacles that only we see and only we can deal with. And on their paths, there will be obstacles only they can see. Some coworkers choose never to come back to camp, but we stay on without them.

I thought I was doing camp for the children. Then I thought I was doing camp for the volunteers. And at times, I thought I was doing camp for RFKC itself, which is such a wonderful concept that it had to be materialized whenever possible.

But no, this year I realized the only person I can do camp for is God. Because when nobody was sure about camp, and when there was absolutely no money to run camp, I had One Thing to hold on to for dear life. I had God's endorsement.

So God, now that I've sorted out who I do camp for, You tell me what's next.