Grey clad mystery: Harmattan

Friday, August 18, 2006

Harmattan

Camp Harmattan is a Nazarene camp in Alberta not 20 minutes from the town of Olds.

Here I had the pleasure and privilege of working alongside a spectacular summer staff crew and singing worship band as I lead them all for the youth 12 - 18 chapel services under the leadership of my good friend Pat.

8 chapel services in 5 days. Phew. A lot of singing and practicing and sharing stories and our lives with youth. The last chapel we played on Friday night in front of 1200 adults or so in the main Family camp auditorium. There we worshipped God as He truly is with our 200 youth jumping and singing songs with us on stage. And for a few brief moments as I lay basking in God's glorious pleasure I felt I had found myself doing and being what I was always meant to do and be and I wanted to be no where else. I have felt that few times in my life. But there for that moment for some reason I had fulfilled in my heart a purpose for which my King had purposed for me.

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Anonymous2:38 p.m.
I know the feeling of being where you are supposed to be! I too felt as though you were where you were supposed to be for that moment. As for this moment...you are where you are supposed to be! This, of course, is my humble opinion. Pat
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Gandalf the Grey

But the last-comer was named among the elves Mithrandir, the Grey Pilgrim, for he dwelt in no place, and gathered to himself neither wealth nor followers, but ever went to and fro in the Westlands ... befriending all folk in times of need. Warm and eager was his spirit for he was the Enemy of Sauron, opposing the fire that devours and wastes with the fire that kindles, and succours in wanhope and distress; but his joy, and his swift wrath, were veiled in garments grey as ash, so that only those that knew him well glimpsed the flame that was within. Merry he could be, and kindly to the young and simple, and yet quick at times to sharp speech and the rebuking of folly; but he was not proud, and sought neither power nor praise, and thus far and wide he was beloved among all those that were not themselves proud. Mostly he journeyed unwearyingly on foot, leaning on a staff; and so he was called among Men of the North Gandalf, 'Elf of the Wand'.