Home again.

I've been back from camp for 20 minutes.  Before I pass out, I want to record a few thoughts on the week.
 
It was a good week. 
 
There's only one reason I do camp:  the kids.  God is gracious to bring me through it every summer and to let me be a part of the shaping of the souls of these kids.  My last post sounded naive; this post will only reinforce that.  We were blessed to have an excellent group of kids.  Very few discipline problems, very few pranks.  No one wanted to go home early. 
 
The cliques disolved in large part and the kids meshed fairly well.  There wasn't the normal pettiness one often finds when a group of teens are confined to a single geographic region for 6 days.
 
Of 80 campers, many "repeat offenders," we had maybe one who would be voted "camper most likely to be thrown from the bluff."   Not bad numbers.
 
Five were immersed into Christ and I witnessed the first double baptism I think I've ever seen.  Rusty McMillion baptized 2 kids at once.  I called him on it:  double dunking.  ^_~
 
It was hot, but the rain held off till the last day. 
 
Somewhere in this jumble, there is a thought process at work.  I've got more to say later.