How do you do this all summer?

“Are you coming to the pool with us?” She turned her face up to me and asked as we were walking towards the door. “Yes, I am!” She drew her face into a frown. “Are you swimming in the pool?” “Yes, I think I will swim in the pool.” I was taken aback at her apparent…

When you only have nineteen years

On February 20th, a nineteen-year-old man was shot and killed in a hotel room in Brampton. His name was Jahsaviour, and not so long ago he was one of our campers. This tragedy hit our hearts deeply. It brought the reason for why we do what we do into razor-sharp focus. There is a desperate need for…

A Confession: I wanted to change the name of our camp

“Camp what? I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” “Camp Good News,” I say a little more loudly, cringing a little. “Okaaaay.” The swimming pool administrator reads aloud as she types into her computer. “Good News Camp.” For a time I wasn’t a big fan of the name of the camp we direct.  In my mind,…

What the smallest ones taught me about diversity and unity

This isn’t another blog post claiming to have the answer to racial reconciliation- I don’t have a new perspective with different factors that no one else has ever thought of before. I don’t have any more answers than I did at the beginning of the week. These are just some pictures of team-building games and other activities with a group of kids I spent the last week with. A group of kids who could teach the world a whole lot about reconciliation and the beauty of diversity within community. And I hope that in sharing them, hope might be rekindled in your heart too.

Follow

The essence of Christianity hasn’t changed since Jesus called his disciples to “Follow Me” two thousand years ago. But we, the church, have changed the definition of what it means to follow. We’ve pared it down and trimmed off the edges to make it mean something entirely different- I don’t know, “going to church on Sunday and reading your Bible” maybe? Anything but total life abandonment at the foot of the cross and a heart radically transformed by the Gospel.

Abraham Courage

Some days this seems like a grand adventure. But some days it just seems scary. Everything I own is packed up in boxes and suitcases. I’m not exactly sure when or where I’ll be unpacking it again. I wish I could tuck my heart into one of the boxes marked “fragile” because fear is gripping…