Like A Flag in the Wind We are One

Stop. Tell the driver to pause and command the tires to be silent. Make undisputable everyone is quiet and not fidgeting. Direct those who be waving to cease wagging their hands and let them glance for a quick second at this melted moment-in-time and th sign. Look. Examine the ascertain. wherefore is everyone saying goodbye? Is it because waving is an acceptable folkway that has immediately become clich and is just an easy way out when parting? Why are those who have raised hands crying? What is causing much(prenominal) emotion to be stirred in so many both at once?Why do I feel the kindred way?Camp comes once a year. One week of slowly nights, talking, fellowship with other believers and close encounters with divinity fudge. Camp is another world a engineer unlike home. However, that yellow school bus always brings us put up to reality, reminding us that this oasis is sole(prenominal) temporary. Yet despite camps brevity, its memories leave behind always dwell in t he back of my mind, always moving, breathing, living. They are translated into ink and laid out onto paper but they are animated in my mind looping in my memory. I am inundated in the recollection of their faces. They are here with me.Now I model. I sit looking at these photos by myself, but this one stands out. It was the cultivation day of camp and a grey day at that. Everyone was saying their last goodbyes. We already missed one another. At the time, I dont think we realised that we would be together in brief camp would only be a year away and the winter retreat a mere sextuplet months. But who thinks of that at the time? Who reflects on such details when so overcome with emotion? Thats what pictures are for to look back and rethink situations, to top your head and to revisit and understand past circumstances. Now looking back I understand and am at peace I provide see them soon.This realization excites me the thought of seeing their faces enthuses me like the thought of a prompt summer day. Once again we will have the meet to talk about and worship the Nazarene and not hold anything back. It is rarely that I get the chance to have companionship with other Christians and to be in an environment where everyones focus is on God. Times like these I savor slowly nibbling a piece of chocolate sweet and smooth -letting it melt on my tongue. But like any piece of chocolate, there is an end to it. Goodbye waves and driveways are in inevitable. However, when we go home, our relationship with our God stays the same we are still followers of Jesus only outright swimming up stream. Yet we do this together we whitethorn not be side by side but we completely love our God simultaneously.I can still remember the warm kiss of the sun dancing on my arm the sensation of slackening and comfort came down from the sky and hugged me, masking the inner sadness I had welling up inside. Yet, looking back at this picture, I can now remember also a great sense of co nfidence, knowing I was and am not alone in sharing the gospel of Jesus Christ those on the ground I was waving goodbye to and those whom I was sitting with on the bus all have the same purpose.This picture is a monument lasting evidence, a reminder and an example of a great and notable event in my life camp. It was a place where I became closer to God and made many marvelous friends. I will miss my brethren but despite the reality of our separation, there is comfort. there is comfort in knowing I will see them soon and until then we share the same purpose in unity. We dont have to be physically together in order to be brothers and sisters in Christ. We are connected by a common denominator God.So tell those who are waving to stop pause realize We may not be united in close proximity, but like a stagger in the wind we are one.