Why I love camp: Camp Songs that make you go hmmm…

We had a pretty spectacular worship leader this week at kid’s camp…I will make sure to post his information later (I only remember his first name was Reylin because the kids would chant it every night). Regardless, one of the songs that we sang every time we gathered was a song called “Undignified” by Matt Redman.

The song goes something like this:

I will dance, I will sing, to be mad for my King.
Nothing Lord is hindering the passion in my soul.
I will dance, I will sing to be mad for my King
Nothing Lord is hindering the passion in my soul.

And I’ll become even more undignified than this.
Some would say it’s foolishness but
I’ll become even more undignified than this.

It’s a catchy tune and I find myself (and my son) singing it regularly, but something our children’s pastor said keeps haunting me. He said “What we need is to be more dignified in our approach to worship.  We need to enter with more reverence.”

I totally agree.

I totally disagree.

Well, maybe I don’t totally know what to think. 🙂

I agree that we have lost the fear of the Lord. We have lost a reverence of our King.  We have stopped defining worship as “showing profound devotion and respect to God” and started defining it as a place or an activity.  It’s become less about showing humility and bowing down and more about making everyone comfortable. I think that’s what Pastor Bruce was trying to say.

David Dances by Shoshannah Brombacher

I also think that a little dancin’ and shoutin’ and foolishness for the Lord never hurt nobody. 🙂 I think we could use a little less legalism and a little more joy. I think the good Lord gave me a body that responds to rhythm for a reason.  So, in that sense, I can respect the songwriter’s desire to encourage an abandoned and unashamed style of worship and some have said that the song is based on the story in 2 Samuel 6:20-23, where David dances in his ephod (his undergarments) in celebration of bringing the Ark of the Covenant to Jerusalem.

So again, I agree. And I disagree.

And now that I’ve typed all of this out, I think I probably lean towards Pastor Bruce’s estimation that what we need in our worship is more dignity, not less.

What do you think?

Why I love kids camp…

Church camp is a brand new experience for me. I never went to away camp as a child, so the experience of counseling eight 5th and 6th grade girls through this adventure has been full of lessons.

Lesson #1:

Girls are NEVER quiet!

As I sit and look at this sentence I think about the ironic application in my life. Most of my post-motherhood adult life has been a search for a moment of silence to steal. I’ve been on a mission to teach women to seek and find these quiet moments with God. And as I watch these young ladies flit to and fro like manic bumblebees, I realize that I might have inappropriately diagnosed our “lack of quiet” problem as a function of our busyness. Perhaps this need for chatter is truly something we are born with…a “girl thing.”

As I sit here in this quiet spot tucked away from the swimming pool and basketball court, this bench in the shade overlooking the lake, I am joined only by boys who come away for a moment or two of stillness.

The girls walk in groups of two or four chit-chatting and giggling, swatting at bugs and barely noticing the beauty of this place. The boys break away for just a moment to feel the breeze and gaze over the peaceful waters of the lake before running off to join their friends in play.

It’s not all fun, the girls can and do broach serious topics, but even in their silence-they are never quiet. No wonder I struggle to silence my own inner chatter…I have lived with noise for as long as I can remember.

Lesson #2:

As quick as the pace is here, God stops the world sometimes.

So far there have been moments, a couple of them, where time seemed to stand still. Moments where I pray I lived up to the title of “Counselor.” Moments of connection that made camp wonderful. In those times when a student reaches out for God’s answer, I am blessed to be able to come alongside and point the way. In those moments, it seems, the chatter quiets, time stands still and the world stops.

I am sure that there were LOADS of other lessons…some that will come out in the days to come…others that are still unknown to me. Suffice it to say I had a blast! (Every kid should go to camp–even if they have to wait until they’re grown!)