by Ashlee Campbell
Last week, our church and a wide-ranging camp community said goodbye to Overnight Camp. A decades-long ministry that bore sweet and plentiful fruit in the lives of many.
Church, I cried during our last morning worship watching kids aged baby to teens singing and dancing about God’s goodness and faithfulness. We were all smudged with dirt or still wet from polar bear dip swims. We were all terribly sleepy from the long days of activity and sunshine. We were all moved by God’s Spirit to worship him and give him the glory for an incredible week, for an incredible legacy, of overnight camp.
“A farmer went out to sow . . .” —Mark 4:3
They put a sign out.
It says, “Closed.”
It has said “Closed” since they put it out—
seven months ago,
a decade before you showed up.
Do not mistake smooth for soft;
there is no sinking in, no burrowing under.
The sign says, “Closed,”
as in, “Leave us alone,”
as in, “Don’t come around again,”
as in, “You are not welcome here anymore.”