Dearest Camp Family,
I wish that you could have been with us at Camp last week! What a profoundly meaningful time we enjoyed. We were delighted to welcome our first dad and first granddad to Camp. They seemed to have had a wonderful time. We all left Camp deeply moved by God’s healing love.
One of my favorite stories from this last camp: The nine year old boy asked the father of a seven year old boy, “Where is his mommy”? After a long silence, the dad answered in a sad tone, “His mommy died”. His seven year old son looked up and spoke with solemn confidence, “But she watches me from heaven”. The kind nine year old boy, seeking to comfort them, said, “Yes, I know. My mommy watches me from heaven too, and so does my dad, and my little sister”.
What an awesome privilege and responsibility we share in assuring that these precious orphaned children know that their heavenly Father watches them from heaven! We tell them that Jesus, God’s Son and our Savior, is seated at the right hand of God, our Father, ever praying for us! We celebrate the certain hope that we have in Jesus, no matter how sad and difficult life can be. This offering of love, life, hope, and healing is what Camp Laughing Child is all about. May the natural and spiritual revelations of Father’s loving self-disclosure flood the hearts of our hurting kids. You have done a beautiful thing in building this ministry of healing. Thank you! I am so humbled and honored to be a small part of Father’s unfolding story of redemption through Camp Laughing Child.
Enjoy the following report and wonderful photography by our camp director, Alex Molina:
I so wish I could write a cheery report about our most recent camp. One filled only with laughter, happiness, smiles, and joy. However, this time I simply cannot. The Charlie and Hazel houses were home to some of the saddest and hardest stories that we have heard so far. This is not to suggest that we did not laugh and play. We actually had a great time. However, I am now haunted by the realities and truths that made their way into my spirit through these precious kids. I can only wonder, If my heart breaks and cries when thinking back on them, how must our Father feel when he sees them hurting?
These campers and their guardians set a powerful example for the very meaning of hope and strength. Most of us cannot even imagine going through the pain that they have experienced. Amazingly, they still manage to smile and be grateful. I heard this heartfelt affirmation of faith from several of our campers, “God is the one who keeps me going”. I believe that to be the truth. Their strength, that hopeful spirit, the smiles, can only come from our heavenly Father.
Tragically, each one of our young ones had lost someone. They have been orphaned by one or both parents. One boy had lost both of his parents and was left to the care of his wonderful aunt. Another, had lost his mother, father, and sister and was left in the care of his 80 year old grandfather.
It was the last night of camp. The boys were having a good time after having eaten their supper. I stepped outside and noticed that the stars were shining brilliantly. I went back inside and grabbed the last 2 kids awake and asked them to join me to look at the stars. One said that he had never seen so many stars; the amount of pollution in Mexico City does not allow it. As we stood in silence, looking up in awe, the one boy yelled, “Look! the moon!”. He just stared at it for a while. Then, he said to me: “I wish I could see the moon more often”. He added: “Can I tell you a secret? Well, it is not so much of a secret”. I told him that he could trust me with anything he wanted. So, his story began: “I lost my mommy, but she is in heaven now. She once told me that no matter where I am, we would always be looking at the same moon. So when I see the moon I know she is looking at the same moon from heaven. I wish I could see the moon more often”. I could not speak a word, I just patted his back and stood there by him as he contemplated the moon and missed his mother.
So far, it has been true that none of our campers (from any of our camps) had ever had the chance to be exposed to the beauty of nature before visiting Camp Laughing Child. Most of them live in poverty within the slums of Mexico City. They are surrounded by hostility and danger. Understandably, the amount of outdoor playtime is extremely limited and most often impossible. Camp Laughing Child provides a safe, clean, fun, and healthy environment for children (and now also adults) to be introduced to nature, and most importantly, to the love and healing of our Lord Jesus Christ.
John 14:1-5 “Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.”
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