KOH2RVA: Day 336

preacher-camp-012If this is Day 336, it means we’re less than one month away from the end of our year-long, every-member mission trip. In fact, today is August 11, and KOH2RVA is scheduled to end with a big celebration on One Sunday—September 8. So if you haven’t gotten off the bus yet, then for heaven’s sake, do it! And don’t wait until September 8 to celebrate:

Do it today.

I’ve had email from a group of people who live in Kilmarnock, way over on the Northern Neck, who are planning to drive to Richmond so they can be at church today. I got voicemail from a couple who said they plan to join the church at the 8:30 service and email from another couple who plan to join at 11:00. I know that Fred and Julie James are going to sing “How Firm a Foundation” at both services and the choir is going to sing “Keep Your Lamps [trimmed and burning]” accompanied by Clark Norton on djembe (an African drum). I’m going to preach a sermon called “Have No Fear, Little Flock!” which I hope will be just as encouraging as its title.  If you can’t join us in person, join us on the live webcast at 8:30 or 11:00.

At 3:00 this afternoon Rachel Cobb is being ordained, and ordination is always a special event. After working most of her life as a nurse, Rachel has found a calling as a hospital chaplain that she is excited about answering. I have a feeling that most of her friends from the Mustard Seed Sunday school class will be there to support her. I hope you can come as well.

And then, just as soon as Rachel’s service is over, I’m jumping in the car to drive to “Preacher Camp” in the mountains of North Carolina, where I will spend most of the week working with five other preachers to plan our preaching for the next calendar year. Have suggestions? You can comment below. I’ll take a look before I get to work tomorrow morning.

I won’t be blogging next week, but please stay tuned. I’ll be back before next Sunday, full of fresh ideas and filled with enough energy to push on through to the end of KOH2RVA. Just do what you always do when I’m away:

Make me proud.

Preacher Camp

For six years now I’ve been getting together with a group of colleagues so we can plan our preaching for the year.  It was Amy Butler’s idea.  When I was at First Baptist, DC, she was at Calvary Baptist, just a few blocks away.  We would get together at Starbucks on Monday mornings with a few other preachers to talk about what we were going to do the following Sunday and one day she said, “You know what we ought to do?  We ought to do this for the whole year!”

And so we sent out some invitations, and a few months later six of us spent several days at a big house in the mountains of West Virginia, looking over the lectionary texts for the following year.

Each of us had an assignment.  I was supposed to bring some good ideas for preaching through those Sundays after Christmas and before Ash Wednesday.  Others in our group had the seasons of Lent, Easter, Advent, and that long stretch of Sundays after Pentecost, often called “Ordinary Time,” which we divided into two parts.

We talked about a lot of things in those days.  We talked about our lives and churches and ministry, but we also ended the week with a pretty good sense of what we would be preaching in the year ahead, and that felt good.

We’ve been doing it ever since.

Last year we had the idea to do it in the summer instead of the fall, and to bring our families along.  We got the use of a big house on Lake James in North Carolina, and Russ Dean brought his ski boat.  So, we planned our preaching each morning and then, each afternoon (sometimes after naps), we went down to the dock for swimming and sunbathing, skiing and tubing.   In the evenings we would sometimes share our favorite sermons with each other.  One night we sat on the front porch telling the stories of how we met our spouses.  Another night we ended up in a free-spirited dance party in the living room.  The kids loved that.  And so did the grownups.

On the last night we gathered around the campfire to sing songs and make S’mores and it really did feel like we had been at camp for a week.  We all felt a little closer to God and a little closer to each other.  Plus, I had some idea of what I will be preaching each Sunday from now through Advent 2012.

You don’t have many weeks like that in a year, and when you have one you just want to thank somebody for it.  So, thanks to the family who loaned us their lake house, and thanks to the Cooperative Baptist Fellowship, which gave us some funding for the event, and thanks be to God for colleagues who have become such close friends: for Russ Dean, and Amy Butler, and Don Flowers, and Dorisanne Cooper, and John Ballenger, and for our time together at…

…Preacher Camp.