Pondering PROCLAIM 3a
You know, I was tempted to title this post ‘from the caves to the computer’, but I restrained myself. Many of you might know that I had quite an encounter at the wonbyOne caves which I would not be remembering now if my dear friend Tim Nash had not come to my rescue with his Jeep…I definitely would not be remembering anything – I could smell death.
I don’t even want to go down that path right now, so we’ll go to another smell; it is that of s’moresJ. Yes, as we continue, as mentioned before (from here and here), on this post we will touch on the action-packed Friday-night-to-Saturday-morning adventure…and we start with the smell of s’mores. That was the smell that permeated the air when the bonfire had settled down a little bit, and people could actually make s’mores; slightly raw, golden brown/rightly roasted, slightly burnt, burnt, flaming burnt – whatever flavor you wanted. While that was happening, there was quite a bit of running around and screaming that was going on in the open field right where we had the bonfire. It was actually quite cool, being under the moonlight.
Yet friends, remember that all this activity is not what had always been happening at the bonfire. After our main session where Ben had laid out the outline of 1 Peter 2:9,10 – which represented the foundation for the conference – we went over to start the bonfire. Slowly but surely the flames rose as the fire grew. And as that was happening, Ben asked if there were people who would like to share with everyone (testimonies, from the word, etc) during this time of fellowship. A few people shared. If I’m not mistaken, I believe Peter did (sorry, I can’t remember what), and Karryn (thanking very much the leaders who faithfully lead wonbyOne), and Katie (as shared on the blog), I myself shared (appreciating wonbyOne and also sharing a little from 1 Peter 3:15, reflecting on what Katie had shared), and I can’t remember much else. Anyway, we had a good time of prayer and then we were to have s’mores…but not without a visit by ‘the skunk that never sprayed us’ (as we shall affectionately know it). We didn’t bother it and it disappeared in the darkness after a while. Good times
So, it is at this point that we started enjoying s’mores (with chocolate and Graham crackers). I remember that the chocolate ran out before the Graham crackers, but that really was a small matter compared to all the other activity that was happening…or was about to happen!!!
As the fire died down, we all started to head down to bed…or so I thought. I remember that Tim and Cynthia had some water and made sure the fire was completely extinguished. This was about the same time that Reed realized that he couldn’t find his pocket knife (we couldn’t see it in the dark, even with the moonlight, so the next day we planned to look for it – I wonder if he ever found it*). In any case, let me just say that I came back to find quite a bit of commotion in the gentlemen’s quarters (and that is not the coinsJ). This was all caused by one question – WHERE IS THE LANTERN??? Well, it appeared that by a subtle maneuver on the unsuspecting, the ladies had taken it to their quarters. I don’t know whether it was really that smooth or it was just because of a mistake*. Let me just say, I didn’t realize how big a deal this was, so started getting ready for bed…and the rest of the story is as is remembered from watching from my bed. Oh where do I start?
Let’s start at the singing of “This little light of mine” by the ladies. I should say that it definitely sounded normal at first, just like people who are enjoying themselves and singing “This little light of mine”…in the darkJ. And then, from my vantage point, through the slits by the ceiling level, I started to notice some light and shadows continuously flipping past from right to left. This, no doubt, signified that there was some sort of continuum in how the ladies were passing by the light, which I believe was from THE LANTERN! It must have been a circle, around the lantern*. The vibrations I heard and felt were not just those of the high pitched voices; there surely was some stomping or stamping on the ground. That must have been quite a circle.
You know, I was tempted to title this post ‘from the caves to the computer’, but I restrained myself. Many of you might know that I had quite an encounter at the wonbyOne caves which I would not be remembering now if my dear friend Tim Nash had not come to my rescue with his Jeep…I definitely would not be remembering anything – I could smell death.
I don’t even want to go down that path right now, so we’ll go to another smell; it is that of s’moresJ. Yes, as we continue, as mentioned before (from here and here), on this post we will touch on the action-packed Friday-night-to-Saturday-morning adventure…and we start with the smell of s’mores. That was the smell that permeated the air when the bonfire had settled down a little bit, and people could actually make s’mores; slightly raw, golden brown/rightly roasted, slightly burnt, burnt, flaming burnt – whatever flavor you wanted. While that was happening, there was quite a bit of running around and screaming that was going on in the open field right where we had the bonfire. It was actually quite cool, being under the moonlight.
Yet friends, remember that all this activity is not what had always been happening at the bonfire. After our main session where Ben had laid out the outline of 1 Peter 2:9,10 – which represented the foundation for the conference – we went over to start the bonfire. Slowly but surely the flames rose as the fire grew. And as that was happening, Ben asked if there were people who would like to share with everyone (testimonies, from the word, etc) during this time of fellowship. A few people shared. If I’m not mistaken, I believe Peter did (sorry, I can’t remember what), and Karryn (thanking very much the leaders who faithfully lead wonbyOne), and Katie (as shared on the blog), I myself shared (appreciating wonbyOne and also sharing a little from 1 Peter 3:15, reflecting on what Katie had shared), and I can’t remember much else. Anyway, we had a good time of prayer and then we were to have s’mores…but not without a visit by ‘the skunk that never sprayed us’ (as we shall affectionately know it). We didn’t bother it and it disappeared in the darkness after a while. Good times
So, it is at this point that we started enjoying s’mores (with chocolate and Graham crackers). I remember that the chocolate ran out before the Graham crackers, but that really was a small matter compared to all the other activity that was happening…or was about to happen!!!
As the fire died down, we all started to head down to bed…or so I thought. I remember that Tim and Cynthia had some water and made sure the fire was completely extinguished. This was about the same time that Reed realized that he couldn’t find his pocket knife (we couldn’t see it in the dark, even with the moonlight, so the next day we planned to look for it – I wonder if he ever found it*). In any case, let me just say that I came back to find quite a bit of commotion in the gentlemen’s quarters (and that is not the coinsJ). This was all caused by one question – WHERE IS THE LANTERN??? Well, it appeared that by a subtle maneuver on the unsuspecting, the ladies had taken it to their quarters. I don’t know whether it was really that smooth or it was just because of a mistake*. Let me just say, I didn’t realize how big a deal this was, so started getting ready for bed…and the rest of the story is as is remembered from watching from my bed. Oh where do I start?
Let’s start at the singing of “This little light of mine” by the ladies. I should say that it definitely sounded normal at first, just like people who are enjoying themselves and singing “This little light of mine”…in the darkJ. And then, from my vantage point, through the slits by the ceiling level, I started to notice some light and shadows continuously flipping past from right to left. This, no doubt, signified that there was some sort of continuum in how the ladies were passing by the light, which I believe was from THE LANTERN! It must have been a circle, around the lantern*. The vibrations I heard and felt were not just those of the high pitched voices; there surely was some stomping or stamping on the ground. That must have been quite a circle.
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