Glory YF Camp '08

Anitpas

Camp 08

As much as it was another exhausting, energy sapping, sleep depraved time of the year, the camp has proven itself to be an enriching and wonderful experience. Well before I begin with the “cam-whore” pics, I shall now dispense some of what was my “last three points” of the penultimate group share with Antipas.

My expectations of what this camp was? Well, what I expected was a really shag time. Like the endless prep that had to be carried out. The rushing to get things together, the needing to get the script of the prayer and praise skit done, the need to figure out what lines to say for the JOKER role for the night game, would the clue to the urban crisis be too difficult... It was RELENTLESS. All the preparation…. I was using the time I had after night shift at work to churn out the clues, the power-point to Wu Ling Da Hui (the pugilist game) and write the poem that wasn’t eventually used. I didn’t like that I had to do a lot of the dirty work (if you’re interested we can discuss about this). I was frustrated by the situation altogether.

But as soon as the camp kicked in I was promptly reminded of the joys of serving in the youth ministry. Seeing God touch the lives of youth through this camp was really refreshing. Here are some of the highlights of the camp. (Still awaiting Alicia’s camp pics)

Wu Ling Da Hui

I arrived from work thinking about how I could be a better more psychotic character. My mind was still on the “why am I doing all the stuff? Why can’t I get some others to take on the minute responsibilities?”

I saw my sister in the log room at Pei-Hwa and thought to myself it must have been at least 11 years since Mich and I were in the same room working on a camp. Scary….
They threw on some make-up and wah-laah, the half measure and not so psychotic but still-quite-scary JOKER.

I had oodles of fun. My rendition of “why so serious” was a five upon ten at best, but it was such great fun seeing people cringe. I didn’t want to make it so easy to find me and as such I hid in a corner. I had as my “test” riddles from mindtrap (I should really be called Riddler instead). Not ONE could get why Mr and Mrs Clatter had boys for half their children. *chuckles*

Waving across the corridor and spooking them youths was super fun.
To me, this will always eb one of those games that will work. I was glad we decided not to infuse any lesson of sorts into this game. Sometimes, I feel, its ok to have a game game. Let the sermon, speaker and prayer room be what it is for (a good solid spiritual message) and let the game be the game that it is.




Its My Life

Nono, this wasn’t inspired by the Bon Jovi hitsong. This is instead one of the most mind blowing games I’ve ever come across. The jist of the game was that we were supposed to live out 30 years of our lives in 3 hours. There were elements in the game that mirrored what goes on in real life. There were wealth, health, social, and moral tokens. Our goal was to accumulate as much of these tokens and try to attain different levels. There was the professor, the celebrity, the superman, the billionaire. It was akin to some huge scale monopoly. This was an individual game and everyone were no longer tied to their groups. There wasn’t a specific goal to reach and there were no intended winners, but nonetheless, the game served its purpose of making the youths, albeit momentarily, lost in the world.

Before this game, Jonathan was asking me for the most brainless, repetitive, menial tasks possible. These were to be used as work stations. I was responsible with conjuring up “Threading the eye of the needle”, “finding the number of words in the first 5 chapters of Genesis”, “having the stop watch stop at the zero hundredth of a second”. (Gotta love this one). I was just laughing at Amanda and Michelle trying their utmost to get the stop watch to yield. The stop watch won, they could never get to the zero hundredth. It was hilarious.