This Fellowship Camp, around 130 individuals from the whole presbytery gathered together (including one member from the Japanese RPC church in Kobe!). Despite encountering a challenge with the oven malfunctioning two days before the event, Kali McEwen, aided by Nat McEwen and others, managed to skillfully prepare meals to cater to everyone’s dietary needs. The food served was not only plentiful but very delicious.

Andy McCracken from the Frankston RP Church led a series of talks during the week, focusing on the topic of church growth: why it has been lacking and what steps can be taken to improve it. These talks were followed by discussions, either formally scheduled or held informally during mealtimes. I went to the youth discussion group, where we looked into ways that we young people could contribute to growth and discipleship. I remember especially that mentors were a very good thing to have at this age, someone who could help us grow in Christ, and who we could hold as a model to follow.

This camp was the final one organised by the three eldest Mikelsons sisters (two Mikelsons and one Guida) from the Geelong congregation. Like previous years, it was four days of fun in the bush.

The skipping tournament, hosted by Jane, was fiercely contested, and won by Levi Mikelsons. The competition showcased remarkable skill, with extended periods where no participants were eliminated.

Bush dancing took place on Friday evening. I didn’t go, but I definitely missed out! It sounded like a rip-roaring time. 

The weather was great, presenting times for breathtaking sunsets and stargazing sessions, alongside many walks that facilitated meaningful conversations with fellow campers. These interactions left a lasting impact on me. I still think about them today, even though the camp was 3 weeks ago. The diverse ages of people present at the camp provided an amazing opportunity for so many different types of encounters. I could have a serious talk with an adult about university, and then hop over and play Marker’s Up with kids from 12 to 20 (or more). 

There were newborn babies and adults who had built the dorms years before, teenagers fresh out of school and the principal of that same school, all in the same place. Almost everyone had grown up or spent a great deal of their life in this church. This display of the church across generations got me thinking about my life and my future, about what God had in store for me, for us, and what I am supposed to do.

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