From Libi Vrazo: We’ve only been home for a day but already different letters and posts are popping up throughout the interwebs by different individuals on missing each other and the gloriousness that is Summer Sanctus. Most of them are so honest and raw from over-exposure to Christian love and friendship that they are tear-jerking and profoundly pitiful. I wasn’t going to pass up this moment to throw in my own emotional collection of memories from, and praise for what has yearly inspired me to become a better Christian person, girl, woman, speaker, daughter, sister, future wife and mother, and most present right now, friend! Here goes: Summer Sanctus starts out as a greeting. From the moment you get off your respective bus, van, or whatever vehicle you arrived in you are greeted by smiles and hugs. People you love from past years and people you have barely met welcome you to the back woods camp with embraces and words that are repeated and repeated throughout the week. Introductions follow soon after to those you may not even recognize, but somehow already know. It seems goofy and I’m not saying there isn’t awkwardness, especially at first, but there are a few rare gems of individuals who wear their hearts on their faces and start the lineup of “hi, my name is so and so, what is yours? were you here last year? what cabin are you in? how old are you?” These unsung heroes of the heart begin and end the week with their names emblazoned in our hearts as the girl or boy who were too kind and too good. It’s contagious. The smiles and hugs spread and the words of encouragement throughout the week grow in quantity and quality. The girls spread love by words and reaching out to others and the boys turn more and more into gentlemen every day. I’ve never felt more spiritually or physically safe within a group of people. Every trip or scrape is accompanied by a helping hand, medical attention, words of sorrow (by the ones who inflicted them) and encouragement. Every tear is met with the Oh, so gracious and understanding love of friends. It gets to a point where you can’t carry a burden of any kind for very long. Try walking ten feet with a suitcase without a young man taking it for you and try going ten minutes with a burden on your heart without someone trying to make you feel better! it is impossible. The counselors are like temporary mothers and fathers for three days. Checking up on bodies and hearts. Trying to make comfortable, small dirty (but endearing) cabins and waking at early hours to try and fit eight different people’s preferred schedules. Punctual and responsible; keeping track of wayward campers and doing their best to help them in any and all ways that they might be needed. Then there are the pastors. Standing like beacons among the kids they are the most gracious. The kings of kindness. Wading through the hearts, mending, advising, and leading. Teaching the lessons of understanding, responsibility, peacefulness, and wisdom, that are best served alongside themselves as perfect examples. I thanked God for them every time I saw them. The sweaty, difficult, hilarious outdoor games made us work together and the services made us pray, sing, and worship the Almighty One together. We offered up our hearts and minds in a laughter-filled auditorium to each other and God. I cherish every moment. I have fallen in love with this family. See you all next year.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Jul 2013 21:55:22 +0000
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