Arts camp endeavour

"Honestly, even when I was in O week, I felt my conscience troubled by the games, the cheers and the talk transpiring around me. I also wince at all the stories of how couples get together quickly after camps only to find each other unsuitable. We know that camps are intimate and more often than not the intimacy is but a euphoria. We know we should not cling to it, but this is one camp where they actually push you to perpetuate it..."


The evils of arts camp. They try to hard. It isn't an offer of friendship, they desire to make it stick.
"You must hang out with your OG even after camp ah!"
" See how the seniors keep coming back?"

Please. Why do they hold onto the romantic idea of making friends for life at camp? Why force it?

I'm attempting to spend some time to recount the reasons for which I heeded the call for volunteers. During O week I saw girls who were uncomfortable with the way things were, freshies who needed a senior to give them solid advice, to affirm their conscience, to provide a counter-culture but..
No matter how nice any of the seniors were, none of them could provide.

I want to be a provider of advice and comfort. I want to be more than a single-dimensional senior who tackles the hesitation of the campers by insisting the new norm. I want to talk them through their struggles... and hopefully show them how Christ is the superior energy behind my thoughts.

Dear Lord, the camp has yet to start and already I see myself disliking at least one of the people in the team. God I pray for myself, that I may remember my position as but a volunteer. As a volunteer I am to assist the group leader to my fullest capacity. Now I keep exalting the circumstances with which I agreed to help and tend to put on airs when I'm being ask to do something. Let this not be dear Lord, help me to be a humble servant with one mind, that is, to give the campers a wholesome experience through my assistance to the group leader.

And even as I feel like I'm being taken for granted, help me dear Lord to look towards you for my reward. My work is not in vain and neither are you blind, rewarding generously all who serve you. Let me turn my gaze towards you and be immensely satisfied.

Just as,
Colossians 3:22–24.
Bondservants, obey in everything those who are your earthly masters, not by way of eye-service, as people-pleasers, but with sincerity of heart, fearing the Lord. Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.

I serve you, the Christ who loves me and gave Your life for me that I may no longer live for myself but for You. 

I pray also for the rest of the councillors, submitting them into Your hands. Will you use them Lord? For your sheep amongst the campers? Will you move the secular authority to do good to your elect present as surely as you have promised in Romans 8:28? Surely you will move them and I along, amidst them. 

Lord I pray for the campers too. I pray that you guard their hearts against temptation and so they begin to really enjoy their time together at games and sharing. God I pray you ignite your elect amongst them that they may shine like stars amidst this fallen generation. May there be a spectacle of Your glory O Lord. Cause me to crave and thirst for me, equip me to fight for it. Sustain me to strive for it and finally, open my eye to savour it. 

In Your most precious name,

Amen.