Music and Drama Camp

This last week was consumed by one event: Music and Drama Camp. From 9am - noon, Monday through Friday I was busy being a coach for the second and third graders. It didn't take the kids long to realize that I was very willing to play with them. And by play with them I mean spin them around, flip them over, toss them, and chase them. During this time my responsibilities were to teach the kids their lines and songs and make sure they generally had a good time doing it. I had about 13 kids in total and there were 45 that came to camp. If your wondering no I didn't try to do it all on my lonesome. Granite Springs isn't so cruel. There was another coach with me named Vasa and a few teen helpers. While it was fun it was also extraordinarily exhausting. I slept very well each night.



On Sunday we had our performance. The musical the kids had learned was one written by a precious worship leader and had a few of Jesus Parables re-written to sound like a modern day story and set to the theme Under Construction. My group got the parable of the wise and foolish builder. A number of the other coaches were worried about how things were going to turn out but for me, by that point, I new that either the kids new their lines and songs or they didn't and nothing I could do that morning would change a thing and so I didn't get anxious. It wouldn't have done a thing to get anxious. In the end the whole performance went off without many hitches. The hitches that did happen just make the kids look cute anyways. For instance some of the kids got really excited to sing their songs for the parents and sang REALLY loud.



Throughout the week I had been doing stories as Aesop. I related the stories of Icarus, Daniel and the Lions Den, Noah's Ark, and Theseus and the Minotaur. I didn't get to do Aesop's fables like I had hoped because we ran out of time. Oh well. My stories were probably the only time the entire week that the kids sat quite and still, besides the odd heckler yelling, "You're really Jon aren't you!" (which I didn't admit to them till after the performance on Sunday) I enjoyed telling the stories and I was happy that the kids enjoyed them too.

As I came to the end of the week I realized that I would only be here in Granite Springs for three more Sundays (now down to two) and I was a little sad. Just as I was finding my place at Granite Springs I have to leave. The realization that whats going on here is only temporary set in. Having found brothers and sisters in Christ and now having to leave with the possibility of never seeing them again is a bit sad. Not that I'm unhappy about going home and seeing my family. It's just a little sad. I shouldn't wonder if my dying days may feel like this; I'll miss those I leave behind while at the same time looking forward to our only true home.

So I'll end this post saying that while I'm a little sad to be leaving here so shortly. I'm looking forward more eagerly to going home to family and back to Calvin to friends.

Further up and further in!