It began with a wedding. It ended with a funeral.
Joy and happiness; grief and hope.
Thunderstorms, lightning strikes, torrential rains sporadically interrupted record breaking temperatures that soared to 100 degrees with heat indexes reaching 115-120 degrees. The worst of the storms happened during Boys’ camp, felling limbs and trees onto staff cars and warranting trips to autobody shops. The worst of the temperatures arrived while I was at camp instead of my air conditioned office.
Japanese beetles ravaged trees, roses, and flowers while leaving the weeds to grow to enormous heights. A lamb’s quarter weed in my garden is over six feet tall. It’s too hot and too humid to care. Beautiful birch, maple, and linden trees dropped leaves of brown lace to give a sad likeness to fall.
Standing by a campfire in jeans, t-shirt, and 95 degrees, I spoke with the girls about preparing now for the life they want to live. I challenged them to memorize scripture and to learn what things are sin and to choose now to flee from them. Seventeen junior high girls listened intently – no movement, no murmuring.
A small group of women worshiped the Almighty God of the Universe.
A teenager who chose to live her life the way she wanted, to be in control of her future, yielded her life to God and placed her trust in the work of Jesus on the cross.
Throughout the extremes of life “the steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. ‘The LORD is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘therefore I will hope in him.”