That Thing on the Rock

Well, it is once again summer - I kind of figured after three years of summer classes that I had used up the last of my summers in high school; apparently this is not the case. Summer means aerobics childcare, Haiti, middle school camp, a middle school ministry trip to Pasco, and, at the prompting of a few kids... more Focus Month.

No snazzy website this year, but we are doing, "that thing on the rock," as one of the boys refers to it.

We'll be meeting up next Thursday and seeing what God has in store for this summer.

Last year they used chalk art for AIDS awareness, domestic minor trafficking awareness, and famine awareness; built cardboard "cages" and made fact signs for a fundraiser; held said fundraiser during a free movie night in the park to send a care package to domestic minor sex trafficking victims; figured out how to donate food at the food bank; built a website; held a yard sale; made and hung posters; made and sold bracelets and other crafts to raise money for a well in Zambia; watched at least one documentary; researched and researched some more; yard saled and donated the findings to the pregnancy center; got on the news; and handed out information at the church picnic.

In between, we sat on the rock, wandered the farmer's market, picnicked in the park, got icees from B*rger King, talked about all sorts of things, sword fought with markers, brainstormed repeatedly, and basically spent an awful lot of time just sitting around and doing life.

Looking back, it felt calm and slow (although rather addictive) and largely like something that occurred on the top of a climbing rock in the middle of a park - and, perhaps, inside of the community center. Somehow, though, God used that calm and slow to do more than most people would ever imagine doing in a single summer.

And, it must have been addictive, because they all want to do it again!