Back to mission
How times have changed. When I first went on beach mission *umphh-murmur-cough* years ago, we lived in tents, built a beach pulpit, put up with an appalling ‘amenities block’, got washed away when the inevitable rain came, and spent at least some part of every day whooping and hollering through the caravan park dressed in weird costumes to ‘scoop’ in the kids.
That was then. After a very lengthy break, Ali and I have recently gone back to beach mission—this time with a family in tow. Now I am that old guy who used to hang around the place, and try a little too hard in the competitive games: the Camp Dad. And that's not all that's changed: the mission we are part of now runs in mid-January rather than straight after Christmas, it is located in a school rather than a caravan park (there's covered concrete walkways and carpet on the floor!), and it is aimed at the locals rather than the holiday-makers.
However, even though some of the surface details have changed, in all other respects everything that was wonderful about beach mission in the old days still applies—even for the Camp Dad. There's the fun, challenge and joy of mucking in together and working hard with 40 or so other keen Christians for a week; the priceless opportunities for training younger Christians to have a go at things they never would have never dreamed of doing at home; and the scary but vastly encouraging experience of telling kids and adults about Jesus.
And here's the kicker: you get to do all this alongside your own kids.
It's tiring (of course!), and Camp Dads don't sleep as easily on camp mattresses as they once did. But let me testify to the fact that it's one of the best Christian things we've done as a family in years.
If you're keen to give it a go, it's not hard to sign up. Just let it be known quietly that you're thinking of going back to beach mission. Word will quickly reach the ears of a Team Member near you. You will be pounced upon!