Sorry for the delay of writing this post about training camp but I honestly was so overwhelmed I didn’t even know what to say. I wrote one post about the stuff we ate and the things we did but it seemed so superficial so I started again. Then I wrote about some of the highlights of training camp but it still didn’t share with you what happened to me while I was at camp so third times a charm right? I could tell you about how amazing some of the people on my squad are or the weird things we ate but I’m going to tell you what God did at training camp.
My car got to training camp late. I have no idea where we lost the time because we did account for the time difference but there we were throwing our tents up and rushing to our first session. I instantly got butterflies in my stomach because I had read all about training camp worship. I had even watched a video clip of some kid that got healed in the last training camp. I don’t know about you but I don’t think I have ever seen anyone get healed in church so this was new to me.
I go sit next to a group of people that I know entirely way too much about seeing as how I have never met them in person before and I am gripping my seat with anticipation. I’m going to be honest, I was disappointed with that first session. It felt like every other Sunday in church where some people are really feeling it but they contain themselves because we don’t want to be the “weird” kind of Christians.
The next few days were filled with worship, teaching, and weird food then something weird happened. We were asked to lay down our crap (hurts, losses, sin, whatever) and invite the Spirit to do His thing. The transformation that took place over this group of people in a day was nothing short of miraculous. People were dropping like flies!
A girl at the beginning of the week that said she just sat still in the presence of God was now standing on a chair waving praise flags around like she had been doing it for years. People who told me that they struggled with theism because they believed in science were laying hands on body parts praying for healing. People who were injured were dancing for before their King. Worship left me breathless and a little sweaty. It was like the place exploded with life and you couldn’t help but get some life thrown on you. It was completely overwhelming.
Some switch took place in my mind where there was no more division between “spiritual” and “secular”. It ALL belongs to Jesus. Did you know dubstep and dancing could be considered worship? Did you know laughter and tears could be considered prayer? I began to see who God truly created me to be when I stopped forcing myself to pray, sing, dance, and worship like everyone else around me. Talk about freedom.
For those of you getting ready to go to training camp there are some amazing blogs you might like to read like this one, this one, and this one but just know that nothing can prepare you for training camp and just take it as it comes.
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