The theme of this week’s camp is ‘Do Good,’ and even though we heard some (constant) grumbling while these young whippersnappers pulled every weed at Lake Junaluska, I think the lesson tonight on how their choosing to be here was a choice to pull weeds, but more than that, a choice to find opportunities along the way to the scheduled “do good” activities. They learned tonight that while they know there’s this structured, easy task for them to take care of that will have them “being good,” helping out the landscape crew, it’s not the point. They should be looking for opportunities along the way, thinking outside the easy box of how they can fill a need for someone else and carry their burden or help them in some way.
Coincidence? Hmmm… I bet not.
Teaching these boys how to use their backs. Like Wayne woulda done it.
They got the message tonight. I really think (and hope).
And that message has had one of my very favorite Decemberist songs stuck in my head all day.
Here we come to a turning of the season
Witness to the arc towards the sun
The neighbors blessed burden, within reason
Becomes a burden borne of all in one
And nobody, nobody knows
Let the yoke fall from our shoulders
Don’t carry it all, don’t carry it all
We are all our hands and holders
Beneath this bold and brilliant sun
This I swear to all