On  Tuesday morning, as I prepared to depart for a run with my daughter  Sadie, I waited patiently for her to climb into her Bob stroller. In  that moment my eyes began to wonder across our yard, towards the  entrance to Camp Alta. A smile came to my face as I proudly looked over  at a newly painted sign (with a helpful new directional arrow). Delbert  Grey, our facility manager, had finally gotten a moment as summer  concluded to give the sign a much needed face lift a couple of days  earlier. I was proud to see an improvement to something that has become  such a simple connection point for so many of our guests.

At  this point Sadie was prepared for takeoff. Her little voice repeated  over and over again… “Dadda, Dadda, DADDA?” Almost annoyed by my lack  of ability to recognize that she had been ready to go for a few long  seconds now, I asked if she was ready? After a quick, “yes dadda,” off  we went for a run we both have become quite familiar with through the  town of Alta.
We  start out by simply running down to the end of Alta Power House Road,  which is about 7 tenths of a mile from the entrance to camp, past  PG&E, Sierra First Baptist Church, the new Sugar Pine Deli, the fire  station and over the train tracks. We did not get too far before Sadie  was saying hello to Ron, a neighbor friend of ours often seen watering  his plants on our road. As I laughed at Sadie’s engagement with our  neighbor I was struck by the first of two distinct thoughts that would  would fill my head throughout the duration of our run. Thanks to her  first full summer at camp, my little girl has become a friendly, loving,  welcoming, extrovert! I began to reflect the growth I have seen God  develop in this little child of His. I wondered how her desire to know  people reflected Christ’s desires? Don’t we all long to be loved and  known? Sadie had come to know and love so many of you over the summer  and I felt blessed to watch and to be a part of that. What a gift!
My  next thought, of bursting into song, seemed only fitting. By the way  singing is one of the few ways to help pass time with a 2 ½ yr old on a  long run in a stroller. I started singing the children’s tune “Jesus  Loves The Little Children,” not a regular, but a song my wife Lana and I  sing with Sadie from time to time. It was not the best time to start  the tune though as we were just cresting the hill right by PG&E. At  3,600 feet, running uphill, pushing a stroller, and singing a song does  not mix well. As I struggled for breath and clarity of thought Sadie  asked, actually told me to keep singing.
“Jesus  loves the little children… All the children of the world. Red and  yellow black and white they’re all precious in His sight. Jesus loves  the little children of the world.”
I  don’t know if it was the thin air or a another captivating thought that  caused me to forget all the other words, but it didn’t matter as I just  kept singing along with only the words from the chorus that I could  remember. Probably not the best performance for Sadie, but I don’t think  she cared all that much. What struck me in this moment though was the  image this song brought to mind of our last few weeks at camp. God had  brought many of His children, to Camp Alta to experience His presence in  both creation and people. He had brought different generations,  ethnicity, and denominations; people from varying geographic locations,  economic standing, and cultural background. And throughout this time, He  kept showing up to meet them all. The Spirit moved; and our staff,  along with a variety of guests were able to get a good taste of the  Kingdom.
According to Jesus,  the Kingdom of God is in (or among) people. Luke 17:20-21. I think I  speak on behalf of our staff when I say, “we experienced His Kingdom  this summer.” Furthermore, if we were not cognitive of it throughout the  summer, we sure were reminded of it loud and clear over Labor Day  weekend. Our guests were from Berkley Chinese Baptist Church. One  community comprised of two different speaking services that used camp in  some unique ways. As our time concluded on Monday afternoon, I was  informed that this church we had grown very fond of, over just a couple  of days, wanted to thank me and our staff. As I wondered what that would  look like… I had no idea what God was about to allow us all to  experience. We desired to thank them for embodying Jesus collectively  and loving us well. They wanted to thank us for sharing Christ’s love  and boundless hospitality. This culminated with our staff being showered  with a bilingual singing of, “God is so Good.” Our staff joined in,  tears fell on both sides, and the Spirit was present. It tasted so good!
Why  don’t we search for moments like this more? I know that we aren’t the  creators of times like these, but there is a way of living, a posture,  and an understanding, that allows us to experience it with others. And  we can do so through relationships.
I  know for Sadie and I as we sang and ran together along Ridge Road, in  God’s beautiful country of the Sierra’s we felt blessed, reflecting on  God’s Kingdom present at Camp Alta this summer.
Thank you all for your continued partnership in the ministry God is doing in and through Camp Alta.