With a good night’s sleep under their belt, it was a great
start to the day. Things just seemed to come together and quickly. We had time
to kill before we could load and go and the kids used that time to spruce up
the place for tonight’s dinner with the parish. By the time we gathered in the
sanctuary for morning prayers the place looked really nice. When we arrived on
the reservation there was still a bunch of prep needed for the day, because we
had accidently left some supplies at the community center overnight. The kids
built an assembly line and before we knew it the work was done and we still had
an hour before we needed to pick up kids. During that time, Greg, Tom, and
Claire went to check out a nearby museum for tomorrow; then it was out into the
neighborhood to pick up our new friends.
The numbers swelled again today. Between pick-ups and drop
offs, we had 40 kids today. It made the community center feel a little crowded,
but in a good way. Lunch went well except for one thing, as we began serving,
the city showed up to work on the street between the community center and the
church. Not a big deal, but they laid a fresh patch of asphalt that offered us
new smells and a new challenge, not tracking the tar and oil used into the
church or center. As always, God is good and we were able to avoid tracking it
into the buildings.
After the kids finished hearing the story of the great banquet,
it was outside for some play time. While they were in the field, we had even
more kids get dropped off as they saw what was happening. Fortunately, we had
plenty of craft supplies and snacks for everyone; today’s story should have
been the story of fishes and loaves because we even ended up with some left
over. Our time together today was really great and in the evening our team
noted how much more welcomed we were today. Friends introduced friends to our
youth and it really seemed like a party. It looked like one too, the main craft
was making and decorating party hats.
When everyone headed over to the church for the final skit,
something happened none of our kids expected. There was an invitation for those
sitting in the pews to join the skit crew at the front of the church for the final
celebration. The team expected about 6-8 kids to come forward, instead almost
all them came forward. The area in front of the altar was packed with kids and
it looked like a real party. That night we just figured it was a God thing and
gave thanks. When it came time to say good bye for the day, there were hugs and
lots of waves, and numerous promises to see each other tomorrow. I wonder,
tomorrow, what it will be like when we say good bye until next year.
When we arrived back at St. John’s, the team quickly got ready for the pool. Nobody wanted to miss out on some Pool Time knowing that we had to be back a little earlier to get ready for tonight’s dinner. It was then that Fr. Tom noted he could not find his phone. He began to worry he had left it on the bumper of the trailer when we left Rosebud and Sharon said she did see something fall about 20 miles back but just thought it was something on the road. So after dropping the team off at the pool, Fr. Tom took off in search of his phone. All he found was the camera, so tomorrow he is going to leave a little early and drive farther up the road.
As the folks of St. John’s began to arrive, the team
finished their preparations, in the worship space and in the kitchen. Here’s
another God thing, despite the turmoil we just went through, things came
together effortlessly and everyone enjoyed worshipping together and visiting
over dinner. Our youth did a great job mingling at the different tables and the
folks of St. John’s really had a great chance to visit with some of them. After
dinner was the usual clean up and evening schedule and the entire team spent a
good bit of time working on a really big skit for tomorrow. After Compline,
there was no delay as very tired kids headed off to bed and before we knew it,
we were back to where we started this morning, resting in the silence of God’s
house.
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