Cheryl Rogers
October 14, 2012
The boys were
talking loudly as they waited for their leader, Chet Harrigan, to make his big
announcement.
Without revealing details, Chet had been dropping hints for a couple weeks that they didn’t want to miss tonight’s church meeting. There was lots of excitement in the air when Chet appeared before them as they sat on folded chairs in their church hangout, The Boy’s Den. The chatter stopped quickly as the boys turned their bright eyes, filled with exuberance, on Chet. The room became silent, as they waited expectantly.
Obviously
enjoying their reaction, Chet began, “Have I got your attention? Then he laughed.
“Well this is it,
guys. The moment you’ve been waiting for. …
It’s been in the works for about three months now, but I’m planning our
first ever Bible camp.”
Chet, a
29-year-old former gang leader, led the Boy’s Den at Living Water Community Church. It was a great group of youths from
varying backgrounds, who met regularly for encouragement in their faith. Until now,
most of their activities were either at the church or in town.
But Chet was
planning to change all that with this outdoor adventure. And so this was, for
this small group, a pretty big deal.
“We’re going to
go deep in the woods far away from everything, pitch our tents and spend some
time hiking and canoeing,” he told the boys. “If you’d like to go, sign up
before you leave today and we’ll give you all the information.”
Excited, the
boys resumed talking. Thirteen-year-old Zack immediately turned to his friend
Jeff, who had been attending church with him and participating in the Boy’s Den
for as long as he could remember. “Wanna go?” he asked excitedly. “I’ve been
wanting to go camping for a long time and nobody has taken me.”
“Sure,” Jeff
replied. “Sounds like fun. I went canoeing once and I liked it. You get to swim
and eat. It’s real quiet and peaceful. That’s unless you see some alligators.”
“Alligators?”
questioned Zack, almost whispering.
“Sure, the
gators like to sun themselves on the fallen trees alongside the river,” he said.
“They don’t bother anybody. We’re just not supposed to feed them.”
“What’s this about
gators?” asked Danny, another long-time pal.
“Aw, nothing
Danny,” replied Jeff. “I’m just telling Zack here a little bit about being in
the woods and canoeing. There are going
to be gators. They won’t bother us if we don’t bother them.”
“That’s right,”
Chet reassured them. “We’ll tell you all about staying away from the gators
before we head out. If one of them comes near you, I’ll let them have it!”
Chet was six
foot three inches and relied upon his tall frame to keep the sometimes rowdy
crowd in line. To him, a gator was just another untamed creature, except this
one stretched itself out horizontally instead of vertically. And Chet knew a
lot about untamed creatures, having been one many years ago.
“You tell him,”
piped in Bill, son of Youth Pastor Chuck Holden. “No gator is going to mess
with us.”
“Yeah, Bill is
going to help me lead this expedition, guys, so he knows what he’s talking
about,” Chet grinned. “How many times did you say you’ve been out in the wild?”
“A couple of
times,” Bill said hesitantly. “I’m just going to do the cooking, though. Gary,
he’s the assistant leader. By the way, I’m accepting assistant chefs, if any of
you want to volunteer.”
“Hey man, if you
want I can ask my Uncle Carlos if he can join us. He knows how to cook a pig in
the ground,” Peter said. “We can probably catch a pig in the woods, y’ know.”
“Yeah, I was
thinking we might see some feral pigs,” Chet said pensively.
“Yeah, yeah,
that’s what I mean,” Peter said, “Feral pigs.”
“Now just what
is a feral pig? I hope you don’t expect me to cook a feral pig when I don’t
even know what it is,” Bill protested.
“Let’s not plan
on a pig roast just yet,” Chet said. “Thanks for suggesting it, Peter. Unfortunately,
we just might have to put off the pig for another trip.”
“You’re not kiddin’
when you say tasty. My Uncle Carlos can cook the pigs real good,” Peter
continued. “Well,” he shrugged, “it’s your loss.”
“Hey Zack, maybe
you and Danny want to help me with the cooking?” Bill asked pleadingly.
“I’ll think
about it,” said Zack, mumbling. “I think I’d rather just eat.” He laughed a bit
nervously.
“I heard that,”
announced Gary. “We also have latrine duty, if you’d like to sign up for that.”
He gave Zack a broad smile.
“Oh, no,”
mumbled Zack. “Cooking sounds pretty good, actually.”
“What’s a
latrine?” he asked Jeff in a hushed voice.
“I dunno,” Jeff
shrugged.
“We’ll get the
chores assigned later,” Chet said, herding them towards the door. “It’s getting
late tonight. Just be sure to sign up before you leave. We can only take about
ten this first time.”
“Hey, can I
bring along my 3DS and some games?” Chang asked, pulling his from his pocket as
he waited in the signup line.
“Wow, what a
great idea!” exclaimed Zack, who stood behind him. “Be sure to bring your Mario
Kart 7 game.”
Chet overheard
the boys and interrupted. “As much as I know you love video games, we’re not
planning to allow them,” Chet announced abruptly. “One of the reasons we’re
going to the woods is to get away from all the distractions in our lives! We
want to focus on God and his creation.”
“We want you to
have time to build friendships, too,” added Gary with an encouraging smile.
Chang was new
and his Mario Kart 7 game might be a great icebreaker, but it could interfere
with serious sharing and fellowship on a trip like this.
“Maybe you could
come over to my house, Zack, you and a few of the guys?” Chang asked
cautiously.
“Sure, sure.
Maybe we can hang out and play video games sometime. Why don’t you talk to your
mom?” Zack replied.
After the last
boy had signed up, Chet and Gary were alone in the room. “It’ll be two whole
days and nights of that,” Chet said, a tiredness creeping over him after the
long evening. “Are you sure you are up to it? I know I can’t expect to do this
single-handedly.”
“I KNOW you are
not going to want to carry those pup tents by yourself,” Gary said smiling.
“It’ll be fun. It’ll be a chance to get away from it all for a couple days in
the woods.”
“Away from it
all,” retorted Chet. “I wouldn’t go that far. I think we’re taking it all with
us.”
They smiled at
each other. “But I’m looking forward to it,” Chet added.
“Me too,” said
Gary, “I didn’t figure on those gators, though. Did you?”
“No, neither did
I. Didn’t think twice about ’em,” said Chet, turning serious all of a sudden.
“I’m wondering if the parents are going to go for this. Gators like kids,” he
said.
“You didn’t
think about them because you can fight ’em off with your bare hands,” Gary
grinned.
“I used to rely
on my own strength, but you know I don’t do that anymore,” Chet said somberly.
“I’m going to have to trust God to keep ’em safe. It’s his deal. He’s the
reason for the camp. But I’m still going to have to convince everyone I can
handle this.”
He stopped,
looking Gary directly in the eyes. “Do
you think I … we can?”
Gary looked at
his feet, momentarily uncomfortable at the thought. “We-ell, I wouldn’t trust
myself with any of this, either. I’m not much of a camper after all. But ...
we’re doing this for God, like you said. He’ll take care of us, right?”
“Of course,”
Chet replied matter-of-factly as they walked toward the door leading outside.
“Of course, God’s got it. Let’s go home.”
Chet turned off
the lights in the Boy’s Den and locked the building. He smiled at Gary, as they
walked toward their cars. Deep inside, Chet knew he’d need to do some serious
praying to be sure, absolutely sure, this was God’s idea, and not his own...