Have you heard the story of the eagle that was raised by prairie chickens? The eagle spent its entire life scratching the dirt and eating insects. It would gaze up into the sky, wishing it could soar like the eagles, but it never once tried because it believed it was a prairie chicken.
Summer camp has a way of helping kids find their wings. I witnessed this repeatedly this year.
When Scott came to camp, his schoolteacher warned me that he got into trouble almost every day of the school year, but at camp, Scott did not have a single discipline issue all week. Scott gave his life to Jesus during camp this summer.
Brittney seemed like a very average camper, but a friend who knew about her miserable home situation said she had never seen her so clean and well cared for. Before the week was over, Brittney surrendered her life to Christ.
One of my cabin directors knew Jeffrey from school, and she told me that she barely recognized him at camp because she had never seen him so happy and full of joy. He had been a very troubled teen, but at camp he thrived.
“You’re going to have your hands full with this one,” Julia’s mom warned me gruffly as she checked her daughter into camp. “She’s your problem this week.” Julia looked away embarrassed, but it was the only time I didn’t see a smile on her face all week. She was an amazing camper, and she responded to the love of God like a squirrel to acorns.
These kids struggled all year long with one issue or another, but, when they came to summer camp, they realized they were made for something more. They were made to fly, and, at camp, they found their wings.