Remind Me

Camp has been crazily busy and dangerous...

I say dangerous simply because I have not found much significant time alone with God, reading His word. I open the bible everyday, but mainly to work on my messages everyday and not for the purpose of spending time with Him.

This week is Gospel week. Having to come up with 3 messages to critical kids is rather daunting to the fact that I would actually find it easier to preach to adults. I have been surviving with the method of taking one day at a time, but this in itself has proven rather difficult as I am a person that does not want to just give any message but a message that means something, which requires planning ahead.

So as I was sitting in my room thinking up what to do for Gospel week, I found myself drawn to watching videos that could maybe help explain the gospel a little more animated for their attention. I stumbled upon various ones that described the Gospel in a short few minutes. The videos were rather sophisticated, coming in the form of spoken words and heavier bible jargon. At the end of the night, I could not find any suitable videos for the kids but I did however found myself encouraged by the reminders of who God is and the purpose of my work.

My tasks are increasing by the week and recently the area of increment is to take care of non-English speaking kids who just recently moved to the States from China. I am forced to work so much more on my Mandarin. But the fruit of the task is bared by my love for these few kids that I am responsible for, loving them like my own is a feeling indescribable.

Today as I listen to the complains from people about what they do, I am reminded that my complains are now found somewhere else. The work is hard and demanding, and a promise is a promise and I would still find ways if possible to work smarter. But hard work will always be the back bone of any territory of servant-hood and I would still have to find myself hanging on despite the unrealistic demands. So even as I personally do have complains of my own, I realized that my complains are nothing to do with the purpose of the work. As it is people that we are serving when we serve God, and loving them must not fall short from a person claiming to serve God. I do not know how to further survive what I am doing here for 3 more weeks but I am reminding myself that if I fall into burnout, I fall knowing that I have loved people.

My health is affected by the stress that comes not just from the camp itself but also by the ridiculous politics that runs rampant in the church.

Remember my health in your prayers...