Church in the Windshield

Church in the Windshield

 

Glen Elder Good Sam Campout

September 6, 2018

Hello Glen Elder! The Waconda Lake (often referred to as Glen Elder Lake) located just outside of the city of  Glen Elder is an absolutely wonderful place for the Heartland Good Sam camp out. The place is so restful that the presence of God can be felt even before the Sunday worship service. Good Sam campers are neatly parked on both sides of the street. Prime cement pads support the weight of each camping unit and the view is totally unbelievable . . . Is this heaven?

We gaze across the water and see small boats hugging the shore waiting for their owners to untether them. We watch white pelicans playing in the water, bobbing in the waves like fluffy clouds billowing on God’s canvas of blue. Truly, God’s artwork is show cased in this place. Three days, we get to stay . . . three days to watch and fish or take a drive . . . or maybe a nap! Nap apps are good . . . don’t you think?

It is day two of our restful camp out and our group decided to travel to Cawker City to see the big ball of twine. Twine wrapped up on twine, now a ball that weighs several tons bound together by the tinsel strength of each strand.  As we stand in front of the great ball of twine for a picture, my mind wonders and I think . . . our group is like the ball of twine. We are bound together by the fibers of friendship, the love of travel and the love of camping. Come to think of it . . . we just like being together . . . accepting each other  for what we are . . . warts and all.

Sunday morning has come and I am in charge of worship. I am glad for the privilege and enjoy leading worship, expressing the faith and caring for God’s people. I have already been to the church (on Friday in fact) The Hopewell Church is a place of worship, and a basement storm shelter for campers. A sign on the outside basement door reads “Storm Shelter.”  I ponder that for a moment and suddenly think of the lyrics of the song “Till the Storm Passes by.”

Till the Storm Passes By - Lyrics - International Lyrics ... (Borrowed from the Internet)Your browser indicates if you've visited this link

'Mid the crash of the thunder, Precious Lord, hear my cry, Keep me safe till the storm passes by. Chorus Till the storm passes over, till the thunder sounds no more, Till the clouds roll forever from the sky; Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand, Keep me safe till the storm passes by.

Worship service went well with lots participation and even sharing experiences at the close of the service.

 

Until next time, keep your faith in God, your acceptance of friends, and your wheels beneath your campers. See you in the windshield.

Ron & Sheron, drivers behind the windshield

Epilogue: A special thanks goes to Mary Jo for providing the pictures, Linda and Terry for a great campout. Lastly, a special thanks to Glen Elder staff for allowing us to use the Hopewell Church for the worship service.