The morning was an eventful one. The service had already begun when I entered the beautiful, white tent. I looked around until I located Jerry, who sat beside Berl and Lavelta, and Summer, one of their granddaughters. Summer’s husband, Nick, was preaching–I mean preaching. He did a dynamite job naming his sermon The difference between a well and a cistern. It was powerful. Immediately on sitting down, I discovered I did not have a pen with me, and although Jerry offered to let me use his, I could see that he needed it from time to time, so after Nick’s sermon was over–during the transition to the next speaker–I went to the motor home to grab one.
I hadn’t eaten any breakfast and by now it was after 11:00, so I opened the fridge, and finished up some tuna salad we had made for sandwiches the day before. Just as I finished chewing, through my open motor home door poked a familiar head. Joel had arrived. They left San Diego later than they had intended yesterday, so they didn’t quite make it to Santa Maria, but instead stopped in Ventura to spend the night.
“Think I can park my rig here by yours, Granny?”
We thought it would work, but when Joel checked the connections, all the electrical outlets were taken. I went back to the tent and asked Jerry if he had an electrical Y.
“No, ” I don’t have one. “Have a pigtail, but not a Y.”
Back at the rig, Joel and I poked around in our bays, but could find nothing that would work. Finally Joel decided.
“I’ll move the rig here and go to an RV store and buy an electrical Y. Think I’ll be needing one anyway.”
I went back to the service and was able to hear the conclusion of Fred Foster’s Bible study on The Cross. At the conclusion he called for musicians and the service was concluded with the singing of the beautiful old hymn, The Old Rugged Cross. As the melodious sounds wafted through the atmosphere, he asked for all preachers to go to the front, and then opened the altar area for any persons who needed special prayer. It was a glorious ending for our first morning service.
Now, here in the middle of the afternoon, Joel has set his rig into place, we’ve all had lunch, and his two youngest are asleep. I haven’t yet seen inside their 5th wheel, for they have had company in there, and I wanted to give Aisha time to settle in. Nathaniel took down his tent and repositioned it, and we left a big enough spot for Michael who will be arriving tomorrow in his old Volkswagon Pop-up Top Camper. It will be a hoot, I know.
I’ve probably said it before, and likely will do so again, but camp meeting is my favorite of all church meetings. Love it. Wish all of you were here.