I just got home from my favorite week of the year. It’s less expensive than Christmas and just
as exciting as any family vacation. It
even has the feel of a family vacation since I’ve known some of the staff for
over 20 years. Most of them I see in
person only this one week a year.
The theme of the week was “God’s Positioning System: Recalculating.” And we recalculated almost from
the first day. In fact, we recalculated
so much during the week that I think for next year’s theme I will suggest “Be
Still and Know That I Am God.”
As we were going to bed the first night of the retreat a
storm blew in. A big one. We were staying in dorms built from
cinderblocks and brick. They are sturdy
buildings. We had no clue of how strong
the storm was because we couldn’t hear it or feel it. We saw an occasional flash of lightning. A
couple of times the lights flickered but these kids were so laid back that
there were no screams of alarm. It was a
very ho-hum atmosphere inside the dorm.
Remarkably, everyone went to bed on time and with no fanfare.
The next morning we woke up with no electricity. When I called
Beaven he told me there were 105,000 people in Oklahoma without power and it
might take several days to restore power.
You might expect a total nightmare to even think of hosting
400 people for a week with no electricity.
The first order of business was checking how much life was in my cell
phone. We had a staff of over 30 people and
twice that number of adult sponsors who would be herding the kids and we needed
to be able to communicate. Once we
figured we could charge our phones in our cars if need be, everyone headed to
the dining hall for breakfast. The campus maintenance guys were picking up
limbs everywhere.
The dining hall was working off an emergency power
supply. We had eggs and potatoes but no
meat. They had set it all out on chafing dishes with Sterno heat. There was
plenty of cereal and pastries. About the
only real hardship was there was no coffee.
Word was going around that we would have our morning music
and keynote outside in the Commons on the grass.
The staff was arranging to rent a generator when the lights came
back on. Coffee appeared. And we all just went to the next scheduled
activity as though nothing had happened.
We just recalculated.
It was the most amazing thing.
The kids were so calm I was a little startled. And the only thing I can figure is that they
trusted the adults to take care of them.
I have said so many times that this week is special to me
and everybody else in the Synod Youth Workshop community. Let me try to explain it. The kids weren’t always that laid-back.
We have a huge variety of really cool things to do during
the week: We have five keynote addresses
by one of the best preachers in the church.
A moving Communion service and a 400-person shaving cream fight. Our music is led by the youth; in fact the
whole week is planned mostly by ten kids on the planning team. We have 26 different service projects – my group served
food at a soup kitchen. There is Town Night
when the kids get off campus for about six hours of food and fun. There is a
mixer one night and a dance another night.
Each group spends some time walking a labyrinth. There’s a Variety Show with some great
talent. And then about nine small group
meetings where you spend some time figuring out the whole Faith Thing.
And just in case you misunderstand all this fun stuff let me say that Christ is the center of the week. Christ is at the center and all around the edges. Christ was in the labyrinth and at the bowling alley. Christ was at the food bank where they boxed food and He was at the shaving cream fight. Because Christ doesn't just call us to action, Christ calls us into a relationship with Him, a joyful relationship. A relationship where teenagers run with abandon across a grass field sometimes throwing a frisbee and sometimes throwing a sponge filled with water.
It’s a very
unique week and Synod of the Sun is slightly famous throughout the Presbyterian Church for
it. Not only do we spend far more hours as a small group than other retreats
but we make a covenant of confidentiality where a person can say
anything with the assurance that it will not be repeated outside the group. And in all my
time at Synod I have never known that covenant to be broken.
But I doubt you could take this list of activities and
duplicate the week anywhere else.
Because the entire community comes with a long history—a kind of a
“culture” that makes it what it is. Each
element of the week is built on something that preceded it. It is constantly morphing into an even better
week. Recalculating, if you will.
When I went to Synod for the first time in 1991 cell phones
had not been invented yet. If you wanted
to call your mother you had to wait for the black phone in the hall to be available
and then you had to call home collect.
Music and keynote was done without microphones or computerized graphics
with only a piano and a sheet of song lyrics.
Also, there was a kind of power play going on all the time between the
kids and adults. The challenge of the
week for them was to see how much trouble they could get away with: sleeping in
someone else’s room or not even being in the dorm for lights out. We oftentimes had kids literally hanging from
the balconies.(Chad Kueser is famous for holding onto the second floor balcony rail with one hand while holding a banana with the other.) They were sneaking into
each others’ rooms all over the campus. We had to have patrols of adults
checking the bushes at midnight. Over
the years the adults learned where to draw the line and where to allow for some
Grace. The kids eventually learned the limits and learned to trust us.
Today, I can say that they are so well behaved that it is a fairly
easy week with great mutual respect between youth and adults. And I’m not sure you build that respect
overnight. It must be earned.
You might say we recalculated over the years--little by
little, bit by bit.
The biggest recalculation of the week, however, was personal
and it was difficult. You never get used
to the Big Recalculations.
We were leaving a rousing and energetic morning session that
had ended with a story that involved a father dancing the polka with his
daughter. I decided to get the Beer Barrel Polka off iTunes. When I pulled out my phone, however, I saw a message
from the Garland church telling me that Roland Adams had died.
It knocked the breath out of me. I knew he was sick but I wasn’t prepared for
his death. I had to sit down in the
empty theatre and recalculate a bit before I could go to the next activity.
Roland Adams was one of the last great gentlemen. He always wore a suit and a tie to
worship. He sometimes carried a snappy
hat. He was dignified, polite and loving.
I served on a couple of committees with him and he was a patient and
thoughtful man. We once sat in a long
meeting that involved eliminating a staff position at the church. It was a hard decision and it took some
time. And Roland didn’t want to do it
quickly or thoughtlessly. I learned a
lot from him at that meeting.
The picture I will always carry with me was at a wedding
reception where the DJ eliminated couples from the dance floor according to the
length of their marriage. Finally,
Roland and Margaret were left alone. I
think they had been married well over 50 years at that time. We watched them dance gracefully and at the
end of the song Roland dipped Margaret toward the floor. I will never forget that dip. He was a romantic and a gentleman through and
through.
And now God has recalculated him and accepted him into the
Church Eternal. Thanks Be to God for his life and our time with him.
I have to stop and post for today. I’ll have videos and photos next week. Don’t worry--the Synod Glow will last another
week and some of the best videos are just now getting out.
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