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Spring Retreat Again
Well, as always once again I am pessemistic about the spring retreat. Venessa is not going for the second year in a roll and I am rather disappointed. Obviously, my survival through spring retreat does not depend on her completely, but with her around it had always been easier. For all I can see, I had only gotten more cynical about religion since last year. I used to at least sort of listen in church, now I have completely stopped. But who knows? Maybe spring retreat will be able to bring me once again into a spiritual high like it often does. But then again maybe not this year. The words of God only reach those who want to be saved. And at the moment, I am not too receptive towards anything.
posted by Arc 3:02:00 PM 
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1 Comments:
At 1:10 AM,
IB Man said…
One time I went on a retreat with my teen fellowship. Our fellowship went out to some location in Alberta not unlike the desert scene in the X-Files movie.
We had the usual Bible studies. We slept on the lodge floor in our sleeping bags. It was summer, but the night on the cold floor dragged out longer than most winter nights. At the start of the next day, more Bible studies were held. Crafts were made. A picnic with watermelons was held at a sandy beach that afternoon. It did not take long for peace to surrender to a no-holds-barred water fight between the girls and boys.
I think the girls had as much fun soaking the boys as the boys did soaking the girls. It was also entirely possible to have too much fun given the current context. Somewhere in the process of enjoying a timeless afternoon, my wrist watch had disengaged itself with my wrist and found itself engaged with one of the countless pits and mounds on a vast beach. No one had come across it. Dusk was falling rapidly and I took one last quick look on the beach. By randomly kicking up sprays of sand in a haphazardly manner, I managed to find my watch. My pastor remarked on my recovery that it was a "sign" for me if I chose it to be as such because at the time I went to the retreat in search of whatever God wanted me to find.
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