05 Sep The Power of the Lord
I was not raised in a church; I was raised in a fatherless house with a mother who continually looked for answers at the bottom of a bottle of alcohol. I had two older brothers whom were just as lost, partying regularly, and coming home drunk/stoned. Unfortunately, I ended up losing my mom to a heart attack when I was only 12 years old and end up moving in with my aunt and uncle to Auburndale, Florida. It was around this time that I was introduced to the idea of Christianity and have been heartlessly attending church ever since. I never truly understood the love of Christ; I continued to sin in numerous ways because I was trying to fill an empty void in my heart.
Before I came to camp, I had lost my faith. I was completely unsure of what I believed; IF I believed. I came to camp with a last hope to the whole “Christianity thing.” I am thankful and proud to announce that this week, Jesus shared his love with me. It was during worship on Thursday night that I was completely and utterly overwhelmed by the love of Christ in which he showed me his endless love, grace, and pride he felt towards me.
No this camp did not save me, but it opened up a door for the Savior TO save me.
I thank all those who dedicate their time and effort into making this camp happen; it has drastically changed my life and I look forward to what next year has to bring.