Monday, July 31, 2006

We Love the Work Crew

One of the best things about going to a Young Life camp, for me anyway, is the Work Crew. This is a group of about sixty high school students who come to camp for three or four weeks at a time and volunteer their time serving the campers, leaders and staff. Those kids work their tails off in whatever department they have been assigned, whether it is cooking, doing dishes, landscaping, housekeeping or serving in the dining room.

While they work, they are being discipled by their respective leaders and trained in serious Jesus-style servant leadership. They serve with smiles on their faces and are eager to help in whatever way they can. It's one of the greatest programs I have ever seen for Chirstian teens to grow in their faith, and many campers are so moved by the willingness of their peers to serve so selflessly, that they end up turning over their lives to Jesus.

Work Crew rocks.

While most of the Work Crew kids are somewhat behind the scenes, the dining room wait staff achieves a sort of hero status in the eyes of the entire camp. At the start of each meal, kids are seated at round tables, a prayer is offered up, and then the call goes out over the sound system:

"Bring Out The Work Crew!"

At this, the entire camp explodes with applause, cheers, whistles, whoops and hollers, as the waiters and waitresses come streaming out of the back, grinning from ear to ear and carrying huge platters of food for each table.

It's a great scene, repeated three times a day every day.

But we are not at camp anymore. We are at home now.

Saturday night, after napping most of the day and occasionally scavenging for snacks, we decided we needed to eat an actual meal. Andy and I stood in our dining room and looked at the table. It was covered with unopened mail and the spilled contents of backpacks and book bags.

This isn't the way the dining tables at Wildhorse looked at all, we mused sadly. And where were the steaming platters of delicious hot food?

Andy and I looked at each other. We looked at the sad, messy table again. Then we both looked toward the kitchen and, with all the enthusiasm our tired bodies could muster, began to clap and cheer.

"BRING OUT THE WORK CREW!" we called in unison.

After a few minutes of cheering, hope began to fade.

Eventually, I went in the kitchen myself and made sandwiches.



Sheila said...

Another mommy ephiphany.

They are certainly not too much fun, but welcome home anyways :)

AmberJ said...

My little one cheers for himself whenever he does something "good": throwing the ball, going potty-in-the-potty, throwing something in the trash.
Maybe I should record that so that when I remember to empty the dishwasher/change the laundry I can give myself a little cheer.

Here's three cheers to you for being a great mom and wife! Hiphiphooray! Hiphiphooray! Hiphiphooray!

jaymarie said...

i can just feel your pain...