A Childhood Memory...
Not so much childhood but during my youth phase, I had the opportunity to attend Camp Caswell on the North Carolina coast with First Baptist Church of North Wilkesboro. The theme for the week was The Gift Goes On and the lead minister was Reverend Lolly from Raleigh who delivered his messages from the point of view of Charlie Brown.
The week started with Christmas and was super festive and fun. The week took us through Christ’s life and teachings and was exhausting, crazy, wild and sleep deprived! It was awesome!
The last day the crucifixion was dramatically shown. It was the first time I had seen a scantily clad male walk down the aisle with blood dripping from stripes of a whip as he carried his own instrument of death. The music was somber and I was just heart broken. The final scenes played out and the worship center went dark. We were invited to go outside which was around three in the afternoon and the young man was hoisted into the air. I kid you not..the Sky went black and a torrential storm appeared from nowhere. We nosy, curious youth were looking for the gimic and stage theatrics and there were NONE.
The storm worsened and we were instructed to seek shelter quickly!
But... I honestly was unmovable. I just could not stand to leave this symbol of our Lord on the cross... it hurt my feelings and drove home just what his sacrifice meant for this lowly sinner. A true momenr where God spoke to us and we (busy, irresponsible, seemingly anything but serious youth) listened. And we were forever changed.
No comments:
Post a Comment