We sat out by the fire literally in the middle of the woods. No buildings, no platform tents within sight. The trees opened to the stars illuminating the autumn sky. The babbling brook down the hill accompanied our singing. We did a mix of acoustic and a capella worship songs to our God, the Creator of this beautiful moment.
Listening to Mindy's rockstar voice, I'll admit, I got a bit jealous. I enjoy singing; I do a decent job. I don't sound like Mindy. At all.
I watched an eight year old pick and play in the fire. I'm not sure if it's my history of burns or my natural inclination towards safety but I've never been a fire picker. I'm barely brave enough to roast a marshmallow.
I watched Kurt rhythmically strum his guitar. Despite the smoke in his face, his fingers found the frets. Allyson's slowly teaching me guitar. But I only know four chords.
A high schooler cuddled with the camp dog. I've always been more of a cat person, an idea reinforced when I was attacked by dogs a few weeks ago.
A chaperone faithfully kept the fire burning. Not so big that we all had to scoot back. Not so small that we needed additional blankets for heat. Just perfect.
God, I said in my head, You've given Mindy the gift of singing. She sounds wonderful. You've given Kurt the gift to play guitar. It's peaceful. You've given these other folks bravery and fire-building abilities. It's so great that we can all be here together amidst Your beautiful creation to enjoy this moment.
Katie, God responded, not in an audible voice, You're jealous that you can't sing like Mindy, play guitar like Kurt, find a cuddle-buddy in a limping, four-legged friend, and build a fire like the one we've got here. But you know what you can do? Make twenty s'mores in less than five minutes. Ready, set, go.
"I'm ready for some chocolate and graham crackers..."
Chaos. And I only broke one half of a cracker.
"Now if the foot should say, 'Because I am not a hand, I do not belong to the body,' it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. And if the ear should say, 'Because I am not an eye, I do not belong to the body,' it would not for that reason stop being part of the body. If the whole body were an eye, where would the sense of hearing be? If the whole body were an ear, where would the sense of smell be? But in fact God has placed the parts in the body, every one of them, just as he wanted them to be. If they were all one part, where would the body be? As it is, there are many parts, but one body. The eye cannot say to the hand, 'I don’t need you!' And the head cannot say to the feet, 'I don’t need you!' On the contrary, those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, and the parts that we think are less honorable we treat with special honor. And the parts that are unpresentable are treated with special modesty, while our presentable parts need no special treatment. But God has put the body together, giving greater honor to the parts that lacked it, so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other. If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it. Now you are the body of Christ, and each one of you is a part of it." 1 Corinthians 12:15-27