To those who were and the ones who weren’t aware, last week was the much anticipated Training Camp that all World Racers participate in before leaving for the actual Race. Among future Racers there has been varying degrees of anticipation. Some Racers went off the little information that was given them by the World Race staff (which was intentional), while others scoured through past blogs from others hoping to find any kind of hint as to what will transpire during this time.
In some respects it felt like a boot camp, but certainly more enjoyable. We received lectures, endured physical exercise, and participated in team building exercises, not completely unlike the military. I’ve had to repack my tent every day (wet or not). I’ve learned to eat using a utensil with my left hand for Eastern European culture day or no utensil at all for India day. I’ve slept on a bus (Actually I never was able to sleep), learned about the realities of spiritual warfare in developing nations and how to appropriately handle it.
Furthermore, our identity was reinforced over the course of this week in a healthy manner. Consider a Marine. Once a Marine, always a Marine. His identity gives him confidence and strength. So it is with us. Many came to the realization that they are sons and daughters of the Most High God, an understanding that is invaluable. Especially when fighting the doubt that will eventually seize you at some point on the Race.
However, there was no weapons training. We did not develop proficiency with a rifle. We were not taught hand-to-hand combat. But do not make the mistake of underestimating this group of individuals.
As it is written, “…the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God…” 2 Cor. 10:4. For us, we face a different kind of conflict altogether. The soles of our feet will tread places where darkness is more open and in many forms. Some of this stuff sounds like something out of the Old Testament; idol worship, child sacrifice and slavery. But we will overcome.
All military references aside, the one thing that I could say that surprised me about the whole experience was this…somehow, unaware I perceived that the Lord did such a work in my heart for each and every person on my squad. I’m not referring to the shallow summer camp friends that you never speak to again, but a growing, tender affection for the people that this next year will be my family. V-squad!
If you haven’t already, feel free to browse their profiles, but selecting ‘Meet My Squad’ on the side bar to your left.
