Welcome  to a new series of Wednesday Words, Guest Blogposts! Sorry it is on a Thursday but we had a weensy problem with the photos and we all know pictures are VERY important!


  In the coming months you will be treated to a variety of  perspectives on the world of Day Camps and we are sure you will enjoy each one. Today you will meet Jennifer Quinn, a longtime colleague and bonafide “Day Camps Groupie”
  And now-over to Jen….

Day
Camp and I go back a long way.  When I
was fifteen, my folks sent me to Senior Camp, and yes, there I met our
Jesus.   I had been to church and I knew
the Lord’s prayer and so at a tender age, my heart had grasped that I had a
Father in heaven.  That year at camp
there was reference many times to the truth that Jesus was the way to the
Father.  I figured I had best get to know
this Jesus because I wanted to know the Father even more.   His kingdom had come.  In later years, a lady who prayed for me said
that the Lord showed her that I had had a dramatic conversion.  At first I was about to correct her when I
felt a check in my spirit to wait.  I
went home and prayed about it.  In my
limited understanding, a dramatic conversion was when someone came from a wild
life of drugs or was healed of a fatal disease and so on.   I was a stable child from a stable, loving
home.  The Lord showed me that  what was dramatic was on the inside.  Every fibre of my being was surrendered and
dedicated to my Father, the King when I met Jesus.  Then the refining started and quite frankly
is still ongoing.

The
winter following camp, I fell skiing and wrecked my knee.  There was much debate in the medical field as
to whether or not I would ever walk properly again, not to mention run or
ski.  From my perspective, my life
stopped.   From His perspective, my walk
in the Kingdom took off.  A couple years
later, Day Camp was short a member and my parents caught wind of it.  Who I was in Him did not show much at that
point, but I was accepted.  My world took
on new meaning as my Jesus showed me the Kingdom.  I adored my bible and still do.  It contained the mysteries and answers to
life, and it was and still is my lifeline. 
In those days we ran the programme as today from 10-3 and went back to
our billets, supped and also returned a few nights a week for evening youth
meetings.  It was there I was given my
first chance to speak.  I still giggle
inside because I was told not to say my age because I was younger than some of
the teens.  There was a hush in the room
as I shared what Jesus had just shown me in His word.  Parents trickled in and quietly joined the
spellbound group.  It was then I began to
realize how powerful what Jesus had to say was and how He longed for every soul
to know how much He loved them.  I was
smitten. 

For
a couple of summers I was on team, delighting in what Jesus was showing
me.  I loved the children and knew what
we carried to them was not only introducing them to eternal life but to the
Source of it as well.  My studies and
numerous knee surgeries drew me away from Day Camp for a few years at this
point but as soon as those were done, we were back at counselling at Senior
Camp and Craig and I developed a huge Sunday school in our little town, running
it week to week just like Day Camp.  Each
summer we hosted a Day Camp as well.  Our
favourite actor of all time, in the plays, was hands down, Howard Holloway, a
staunch (and extremely fun) supporter of Day Camp.  A day came when this was not accepted at our
local church and lo and behold, the local schools began contacting me, so the
torch burned on.  We ran Day Camp, what
is now locally called Promised Church, in three schools, with attendance
ranging from a handful of children to eighty children per school, per
week.  

The
day came again when the provincial government changed the Charter from saying
that all children had the right to Protestant and Catholic instruction to the
right to religious instruction and the doors of the school were closed.  I want to declare that the Lord’s purposes
always stand, just wait for it!  Our home
became our base.  Our new addition and
surrounding property was a perfect venue for backyard Day Camp.  Some of the technological advances were lost
in this setting however the vast training prior to all that has given us
extremely creative ways to continue.  My
whole family and dear, dear friends have all been on board for ten or so years
for this inundation of life from team members to children to helpers to even
overnight campers who live too far away to travel each day.  We are so blessed.   I love Day Camps, I love Valerie and I love
our Lord Jesus for the great, great privilege and honour of bringing the gospel
of Love to this generation.