I remember one night during worship at training camp I was thinking, “What am I doing here?” While I was making the six hour drive to the summer camp I was helping at a few weeks ago I started having the same thought. At both of these times, I already knew what the answer was, that this was part of the path of my life. As I was taking the much needed break the last night of the camp, I began to become more certain of the reason why I was there. Some of these kids were about to leave what may have been, or what will be, the best week of thier lives.The fact that hit me the hardest was that when these kids leave, there is no telling what type of life they are going back to. This lifestyle is not one they have chosen on their own, but one given to them by someone else.
The chorus of the theme song for this camp was, “I am not forgotten, I am not forgotten, I am not forgotten, God knows my name.” This is absolutely true. These little children may have been forgotten by their mothers, fathers, and other family, but God has definitely not forgotten and he knows their name. Many verses in the Bible stress the importance of caring for the widows and the little children. Our entire focus this week was treating these kids like royalty, because that’s what they really are. We wanted to show these children things that were totally opposite from the negative things they had been told all their lives. My reason for being at this camp was to show these kids the royal treatment they really deserved.
