Tuesday, July 27, 2010

"Molding a Masterpiece"

I cannot put into words the many things that happened in the last 2-3 weeks as I worked as a counselor at Young Disciple Youth Bible Camp. Perhaps I should have kept a journal, but I will share a few of the things that happened.

We started out with a three day Youth Leadership Training Program which helped us as counselors in so many ways to know how to effectively reach peoples hearts. It was definitely a time of spiritual refreshment and we were strengthened for the task ahead.

Then, campers began to arrive. We had no idea what the week would hold. Did these campers really want to be here? What kind of campers would they be? But that first week was amazing! We had little to no problems with attitudes or relationships. And most importantly, lives were changed, for eternity...

Now the second week was beginning. What would it hold? Instead of having 8 girls in our unit like the first week Meghin and I now had 10! And it wasn't long before 5 of the 13 girl counselors were sick and needed to take a night off. So several staff who had previously been counselors stepped up to the job. Although a couple other counselors had to be permanently replaced I was able to go back to my unit the next morning. PTL! God is so good. He knew what was best. For many if not all of us counselors the second week was much more challenging, but the blessings were also more abundant. Words could not express the joy that flooded through my soul as many young people gave there lives to Christ on Sabbath evening. PTL!!!!!!!!!!!

For the next couple days we counselors spent time cleaning up the camp and in recreation. What an awesome group of counselors! I will never be the same. . . God worked in so many ways to show me things in my life that I needed to give to Him. And by His grace I will be an overcomer!

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These were the words of our theme song during Youth Leadership Training and were a great encouragement to me.

Master Potter, why do you labor all day,
Giving such effort to rough, worthless pieces of clay?
Why such feeling in your hands?
Why such care in ev'ry touch?
Why all the struggle? Your creation is nothing but dust.
 
I'm molding a masterpiece, a work of great beauty.
I'm molding a masterpiece; my labors not done.
A trophy, a treasure of worth beyond measure
I'm molding a masterpiece, a masterpiece of love.

Loving Jesus, why are the children all here,
Gathered around You and eagerly clinging so near?
Urgent matters clamor loudly, and the children interfere
Why do You hold them, Why do you hold them,
Why do you hold them, and so tenderly dry ev'ry tear,

I'm molding a masterpiece, a work of great beauty.
I'm molding a masterpiece; my labors not done.
A trophy, a treasure of worth beyond measure
I'm molding a masterpiece, a masterpiece of love.
 
Heavenly Father, sometimes I question Your way:
Why do you ask me to mold simple pieces of clay?
Give me eyes to see the future, though it's hidden from my view;
Give me compassion as I'm molding a treasure for You.
 
I'm molding a masterpiece, a work of great beauty.
I'm molding a masterpiece; my labors not done.
A trophy, a treasure of worth beyond measure
I'm molding a masterpiece, a masterpiece of love.

Ron Hamilton

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