All my bags are packed…
Being a camp counselor means that you come to camp prepared forANYTHING. Last year, not a rain storm went by that I lent out my rain jacket, and had to share my poncho with two or three campers. There is a certain joy in being prepared though. I know that I can help out those who are not ready.
The Christian life is a bit like that. I am prepared to meet Christ. In this world full of thunderstorms and sin, I am God’s servant. I cannot give away my salvation, but I can share my hope. I can help others prepare to meet Christ. I’m not sure that’s a great analogy, but somewhere it clicked in my mind.
