As you read this, I have departed from the urban comforts of home for CAMP! For the next month or so, I’ll be serving as the camp chaplain for an Episcopal camp about 90 miles away, near Sewanee (“on the mountain”).
The next month should hold a lot of adventure, but perhaps not a lot of blogging, particularly food blogging. I won’t abandon you completely though. There is an upcoming post about the two logistical things that baffle me the most about ordination (What do I tell people to call me and what do I wear?), and I have a book giveaway of a book about theology and eating along with a Q&A with the author in the works.
I’ll also be traveling to Houston for my ordination to the transitional diaconate (God willing), so I hope to update you all on that celebration as well.
I’m excited about camp, but I’m also a little nervous. Even though I’m much older, it’s those same feelings that I got when I went to camp as a kid. What if they don’t like me? What if everyone thinks I’m a nerd? What if I get homesick? What if the food is bad? What if I brought all the wrong clothes and everyone makes fun of me?
Of course, it always turned out just fine, even if the food was bad and I did get a little homesick. I still came home with a bunch of memories and new friends.
Were you a “camp” person as a kid?