Thursday, August 25, 2011

More Eagle Lake pictures!

I had to share more pictures of the place that's been a second home to me this year. : )
Enjoy!
The Cross

foothills... in the distance you can sort of see Colorado Springs... it's pretty hazy, though.



This picture (as well as the next one) shows a little bit of Pike's Peak.  I simply like the trees and the rocks in it.

My Colorado!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

What's real true grit?

I watched the remake of True Grit over the weekend.  Aside from the blood and gore, rattlesnakes (one of the first times I've had a true revulsion to snakes!), and strange ending, I found it an interesting—and thought provoking—film.  It make me wonder what "true grit" really is... for Rooster Cogbern, it was being brave enough to stand and fight, tough enough to survive basically any opposition, and hard enough to kill when he found it necessary.   He was "one of those men" who was able to earn both respect and disgust at the same time from his friends and enemies alike.  That was true grit from Rooster's point of view.  But is there another type of true grit?  What is true grit from a Christian's perspective?  Is there such a thing? 
Imagine, for a minute, a man whose one pair of clothing had been nearly worn out for the past year.  His beard and hair—both of which are long, greasy, and covered in dust—make young women and small children wary as he walks past.  His smell and appearance probably don't help much—you don't want to guess how long it had been since he last showered.  His face is weathered by wind and his skin is dark brown from the sun's bold beat.  Basically, he looks like he's homeless, constantly wandering, and never finding shelter.  His arms bare criss-crossed scars up and down them, the worst peeking out from the tops of his sleeves.  You can tell that his shoulders bear gouges, months old, but still unhealed.  Two-inch wide scars encircle his wrists and ankles, signs that he had been chained to a prison wall at one time.  This is a man of true grit—and not the same "true grit" as Rooster Cogbern's.  This is a man who wrote, "For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain," (Phil. 1:21) and, "I bare on my body the marks of Jesus" (Galatians 6:17). This is a man who has lived off of nothing but prayers and faith for years on end.  This is a man who has been imprisoned, tortured, betrayed, starved, sleepless—all for the sake of the gospel, and the people he was taking it to. 
This is the apostle Paul.
Paul was a man of true grit—willing to die for the One who died for him, ready to proclaim the gospel in any and all ways possible.  He lived to serve the people of his time, to encourage and build the early church.  Unlike Cogbern, he wasn't ready to kill; he was ready to be killed.  Paul was calm in the confidence that life—especially life devoted to Christ—was worth living and that death was worth dying.  It didn't matter if that life was a life continuously lived in and out of prison, or that that death was one that probably hurt quite a bit.  He wasn't fearful when he was met by his torturers, but instead rejoiced that his suffering was for the Lord.  This is the definition of true grit.  A Christian with true grit is one with a servant attitude, a fearless heart, and an uncompromising, faithful, love for the Lord... which leads to one more question:
Do you have True Grit? 

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Eagle Lake beauty... at it's finest!

This beautiful (new!) sign says it all: the pictures following are some of my favorites from my huge selection of camp photos (and take my word for it, this isn't the last you'll see!).

A picture of a boulder... taken while bouldering.

No caption is needed.  It's simply a neat picture.

Pike's Peak... one of the best views in the world

I love the mountains!

Camp, from a bird's perspective

One of my personal favorites, the lake and rocks hidden in fog

Saturday, August 20, 2011

An update on life

           My poor blog has sat forsaken for the last ten weeks, while I have been having an amazing (though exhausting) time watching God at work in my and my family's lives.  I want to share a little bit of what God's done this summer:
As some of you know, I left home in early June to serve and grow in the Lord at Eagle Lake Camp (ELC) in Woodland, Colorado.  I was part of the Crew program, which meant that I grew for five weeks alongside other teens, learning more about Christ and working at the camp.  Instead of the usual five-week commitment, God had other things in mind, and I ended up being at ELC for ten weeks.  I did the Crew program two sessions instead of one, and had the opportunity to learn, grow, laugh, and serve double the time I had originally planned.  Halfway through my time at Eagle Lake, I found out that my dad had lost his job.  He found another in late July, and will soon be working for Compassion International in Colorado Springs.  We are in the midst of selling our house in Iowa and are starting to pack up for the move (an adventure with the small children running around everywhere!). 
Throughout the many transitions that have been taking place in my life lately (coming back to the "real world" after 2 ½ months of Christian camp, getting ready to relocate to a different part of the country, beginning to look at the monster piles of school work ahead of me this next year...), I've been able to find God in the middle of everything.  He has been the eye in the hurricane, the safe spot in the center of the storm.  I have been excited to see my faith deepening to new depths, and my hunger for Christ is growing every day. 
            Being at camp in Colorado, away from family and unable to contact them very often, was definitely challenging at times—especially while my dad was job hunting and my mom was trying to get the house ready to sell while pregnant.  I wanted to be there for them to help with my younger siblings, but God's presence in my life made it obvious that I was exactly where I needed to be.  As hard as it sometimes was (though not always—ELC is a wonderful place!), looking back, this summer has been both one of the best and one of the hardest ones yet—and I can't wait to see what God holds in store for me next!