Planting a Tiny Seed

We all say it. We all say “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it’s March already” and cringe a little. Time seems to fly by faster and faster. We’re living, moving and working at a pace that keeps racing ahead of us. Just when we feel as though we have finally caught up, we find ourselves tired and somehow still, not caught up to our peers, lists and calendars. And I can’t help but think – it might only get quicker.

And in those moments, I’m willing to bet that many of us think something along the lines of “I wish I was back at camp.” Back in an adirondack chair by Green Lake; back playing a large group game by the ChimChim; back admiring the starry sky in the Northwoods. Over the years, camp has served as a resting place. A place to get away, set your worries aside, spend time in sabbath and find peace. It’s a place to soothe your heart and mind in the comforting, encouraging presence of God in a community that will provide what they can to help you be your best self. The community here is special that way – it shows up in ways that we never anticipate and always celebrate with God in.

Gerhard Frost wrote in Homing in the Presence, “Today I plant a tree, a tiny seedling, as I say: I place you here for faces I will never see.” When you make a gift to Green Lake Lutheran Ministries, you are planting a tiny seed, making these places and spaces available for the next generation and ensuring a lasting legacy for this experience. We’re determined to continue providing that life-giving, soul-soothing opportunity for people of all ages and stages of life. We just need generous folks to plant tiny seeds at camp. Consider making a gift to camp this year as a way to plant a seed for the next generation and see what God will grow at camp with your gifts! 
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Today I plant a tree,
a tiny seedling,
as I say:

I place you here
for faces I will never see.

Grow tall,
reach for the sky,
stretch toward the sun.
All moments meet in you,
all seasons that have
ever been.

Grow tall,
that, as I now
look down in tenderness,
those faces will
look up in awe.

Speak.
Tell your story
of manger, yoke, and cross,
the story of
the Tree.
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The Tree from Homing in the Presence, Gerhard Frost
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