Blogs - Student Conferences - Colorado
July 02, 2009
Session 4 | Day 5
Good morning! Or perhaps, goodnight dependent upon the time that you are reading this, my name is Susanna Bender and I am a Texas native writing to you about today's (or yesterday's) adventures in Colorado. I was greeted this morning by Banana Pancakes. No, not the delicious breakfast food but instead the song by Jack Johnson. My roommate decided that would be a good song for us to wake up to this morning rather than the morning call of the male leaders however, it only made me want to eat pancakes. Unfortunately, I was not enticed to the cafeteria by that scent and instead was served French Toast Sticks, a close second. After eating my weight in Sticks, sausage and coffee I made my way down to the classroom to be greeted by Judson's question, "How do you pronounce P-A-M-P-H-L-E-T?" Apparently other Texans decided that word was pronounced with a "p" sound instead of the "f" sound the "ph" makes. I disagreed, as did most of the class.
Classes went on without a hitch, and we moved swiftly into lunch time. It was delicious once again. I have to give it to the kitchen staff, this is amazing camp food. The best I've ever had. Directly following lunch we went into the final daytime session. Dr. Bauman spoke on C.S. Lewis' book The Problem of Pain and the topic of "The Dangerous Samaritans". Both of which brought up the questions of whether or not God is a good God, or if He is indeed all powerful which we continued to discuss during the open forum. However, that only happened after sports time.
Sports time consists of a large field filled with volleyball nets that are crawling with eager athletes, soccer players trying to figure out the pot holes in the grass and ultimate Frisbee enthusiasts suiting up in colored jerseys for the largest game I have ever seen played. I however, am an observer only due to my unfortunate accident that left me with a sprained ankle. This injury happened on the first day at Garden of the Gods. I suppose that's what I get for wearing sandals to a rock garden but in my defense I'm from Texas, there are no such things as giant rock formations, much less them being called "gardens". Next time I think they should be more specific in their description. But that's neither here nor there.
Sports time was cut a little short as a typical Colorado afternoon storm (or at least I was told these are typical) moved in and dinner was started early. After trying to eat huge pork chops and some scallop potatoes my table spent some time getting to know one another, in which we learned that laughter is always the best medicine. We laughed until we cried and I'm pretty sure my abs will hurt tomorrow morning.
Weary young adults filed into the classroom for the last time today to listen to John Stonestreet. To be honest, I'm exhausted and having to pay attention at night after a long day of learning and playing is a lot more difficult than I first imagined. However, Mr. Stonestreet's lesson did not require my concentration, but instead caught my rapt attention. His initial topic was the De-motivational Posters. For those of you that do not know what these are I encourage you to Google them. Now, these are witty sayings and are always fun to look at but for my roommate and me they were especially entertaining due to the fact that our Valedictorian from our high school that we attended together used these in his graduation speech. These posters will always hold a special place in my heart because of those past two occurrences.
Stonestreet then digressed into being in the world culture but not being of it. The culture is around us, but it is how we handle it is what makes the difference. Whether we withdraw, assimilate or engage in the culture will determine how we handle the world and our faith. We are called to be a part of the world around us; however Christians tend to withdraw into their bubble of safety. Stonestreet pointed out that when Christ prayed for future believers that he requested of the Father not to remove the Christians but instead give us the ability to reach the culture in which we are living. He left us wanted more teaching and excited for Saturday morning's lecture.
I then trekked up five flights of stairs to crawl my way into the attic for our small groups. We continued our testimonies time and we each learned a little more about someone in our group. The rest of the evening was filled with games, laughter and discussions as I walked back down to the lobby. The warm atmosphere that greeted me reminded me of being at home with my friends. The fellowship that happens while you are at Summit is incredible. The friends you make here will be close to you for a long time and I will always remember the people I have met and I can't wait to see what God will do next in all of our lives and the rest of this day-by-day experience. So, to give you a traditional Texas goodbye: Y'all come back now, ya hear! God bless.