I remember exactly where I was when I decided to give my life to Christ. Picture an awkward 17-yr old girl with long brown hair, sitting on a stairway, looking down through the banisters. This was at Camp LRCA in Cedar Lake, now Lake of the Red Cedars Museum. Every evening ended with a campfire and sometimes with baptisms. That night did, too, but it wasn’t mine. Not at first. We went back to our rooms, and then the word spread: time to go back to the pool. Someone else wanted to get baptized. Still not me, yet I was close. And as I sat there on the stairs, watching kids head back outside, I knew. I wanted that for me.
“Father, we all know someone who needs you. Someone who has been wondering, questioning, searching. Friends who don’t even realize what they’re missing in their lives without you. Your word says that no one can come to you unless you draw them (John 6:44), and I know it’s your will for all to come to you. I ask that you would draw them close. And I pray that we would be diligent in praying and guard our witness so that we don’t get in the way.”
Lynn, I know exactly where u were physcally & Spiritually,
that was my camp also, but before they had the pool. In 1953 I worked there in the office right under that very stairwell, & also as life guard in the lake! A wonderful camp!
I think I should try to visit there this summer. Not like it’s that far away! I also remember morning devotions, where we’d find a quiet spot on the grounds somewhere and be “alone.” I never realized just how small the campgrounds were til years later!
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Don’t know why this little story brought tears to my eyes, Lynn. But I know a little about your walk and God did do something wonderful in your life that day. I am so glad I can call you sister.
It surely has been an incredible life, Sue, and the older I get the more I appreciate the friends that have walked with me through it. Love you!