Fuge

It's 8:35 pm. Our youth group leaves for Fuge in about 8 hours and 25 minutes. I've been on this trip three times before, but it doesn't change the fact that I still have some butterflies in my stomach about the upcoming week. Not the bad kind of butterflies, but the kind of good butterflies like the ones in that game that came out when we were kids where they shot up in the air and you had to catch them with a net. Dancing butterflies, I guess you could call them. I'm anxious to see where God is leading not only myself but my fellow friends and youth this week. In all honesty, I've never led anyone to Christ at Fuge, but there's a first time for everything I guess. Like I've said before, I'm as shy a person as you'll ever meet, but God seems to bring out the best in me when it comes to socializing on these trips.

While God, the missions, the new friendships, and meeting needs is why we go, I want to mention what we leave behind.

The thing about trips like Fuge is that our only problem becomes God. Let me elaborate. When we're at home, many of our everyday problems and troubles are trivial, like our obsessions with having the best clothes, accessories, etc., or who has the best tan, or whatever the case may be. The reason I say God becomes our only problem is because He allows us to see things about ourselves we don't want to see, because we are blinded by a society that surrounds us into thinking that a lukewarm relationship with Christ is actually an extraordinary relationship with Christ. Society's become that bad, it's easy for us to think we're that good.

For me personally, I leave behind the load of cow dung (putting it nicely) that is summer reading, and I leave behind a situation where I don't have a clue what's going on (hopefully I will in about 1 1/2 to 2 weeks, anyway, that's another story for another day). Crap and confusion, in which both cases are of no long-term importance. But when we tend to think that our problems ought to be the world's problem, trivial things become catastrophes.

What I'm trying to say is, at Fuge, we lose sight of what is trivial, and get the tiniest, yet awesome grasp of what is eternal and what is real. We see that we are that ugly and we see that God is that beautiful and forgiving and loving. It's going to be a great week. Please pray for everyone involved. Night guys.