This post by Emily Wilson is reprinted from LifeTeen.com
I spent the last week in the most beautiful of places.
I spent the last week in a place where young people are able to come and meet the risen Christ. It’s a place run by people who know how to love, serve, and to sacrifice far better than I. A place where the girl brushing her teeth next to me knows so well how to just love souls and where college students spend weeks upon weeks showing Christ to hungry teens – college kids willing to give up summers of paid jobs, nights out with friends, sleeping in, and so much more, so that even one teen could come to know the Jesus they know and love the Jesus they love.
I spent the week around families who live in this place – families who have dedicated their lives so that young people would come to know Truth – families who truly do live simply so that the thousands of teens who come through their home may simply live. In just six days, these people showed me a beautiful kind of selflessness that can’t be found many places in this world.
I spent my last week in a place where camp activities aren’t just camp activities, but an opportunity to grow – to grow in trust, to conquer fears, to build bridges, to build friendships, and to experience God. It’s a place where teens are able, in the sight of their peers, to admit their wrongs and without shame receive the mercy of God. A place where people affirm one another, show compassion to one another, love one another, and lift each other up. It’s a place where teens are free – free to be young people – free from expectations and pressures and free to just. be.