In the morning O Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I present my requests before you and wait in expectation. Psalm 5:3
As the Psalmist perhaps did we got up at 4am for a service in the Garden of Light (but it was pitch black). The theme for the last day was on suffering or being different for Christ.
The atmosphere was very special. The cocks were crowing and the fire was lit at the front. Pastor Marcio (leader of the church plant with his wife Roberta) spoke about Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, submitting with "not my will, but yours". He led on to the suffering of the disciples and missionaries. The BPC team was used as an example of people giving up time and money to help and it was so humbling as that point some of the teenagers began to cry with gratitude. We all linked arms and sang together in a circle.
Despite not understanding the language God works above that and his presence was very real.
Breakfast was served outside: an array of fresh fruit, yam, chorizo, fresh rolls and cake!.
The camp theme was learning to be soldier for Christ (guerriho). The young people did a presentation in groups about each element of the armour of God. The dramas revealed some situations that they live through and with which we can identify e.g. peer pressure. As a group we did a drama highlighting the importance of fellowship and community as the body of Christ in order to protect each other against the Devil. This is vital for us a team and the church, locally and internationally.
Drama is proving to be the best form of communication. We are so accustomed to pointing as a way of being understood that we are starting to communicate that way amongst ourselves.
We played some crazy games in the dark which the teenagers take so seriously that even 17 - 18 yr old boys cried when they lost. We are so white that we were painted black in an attempt to merge into the darkness (night falls around 6pm). During free time we also played games such as guessing the amount of grass stalks in each others hands and Uno Brazilian style which had extra rules adding to the fun.
One of the nights was 'Ecology night' when the girls made beautiful headdresses from palm leaves and flowers. They had a fashion show at dinner (usually comprising rice, meat and beans). Desserts are not part of the culture here but as a treat we were given chocolate spread in individual portions (like strawberry jam at home).
The bus was "late" again so while the young people waited Stephen began to drum in true BB fashion to which the boys loved to march (Billy would be very proud). Then two other boys began to drum with amazing rhythm. A circle was formed and Sharon & Rebecca were pushed into the middle to dance with a few keen partners. Their breakdancing was outstanding (not Sharon & Rebecca - the young people!). Brazilians are born with rhythm in their blood although Stephen did us proud. We felt like celebrities as they took several pictures with these odd specimen of blue-eyed blondes.
How humbling is it for us to know that the money raised through the fundraising was used to sponsor each of the 40 or so young people who came to camp. The seminary was almost too quiet when they left and the sadness was enhanced by the rain, pathetic fallacy at its best. Then came the toilet cleaning with one cloth, blocked drains and bins full of used toilet roll. (Forget the toilet duck and rubber gloves).
We are exhausted yet know God's faithfulness to us and the young people who were visibly strengthened to be a soldier of Christ.