More about the week

In my last post, I kind of glossed over the camp week itself, especially for those of you who can’t watch the video for one reason or another. It was a tremendous week.

At Summer Plus, I taught Creative Writing in the afternoons. You never know, with a workshop like creative writing, whether you’re going to get students who are interested, or students who got their first choice of workshop in the morning and who got stuck in creative writing because they were assigned to it. This week, I had the former – and I also had two helpful and enthusiastic assistants, one of whom (Diana Woodlock, daughter of Mountain T.O.P. executive director Ed Simmons) is a teacher and coach. We basically ended up with only three students – fewer than originally planned – but that allowed us to have a ratio of one adult to one child.

Family members were sort of a running theme to the week. Several long-time AIM participants brought family members for the first time. Gwynda (Eversole) Patterson brought her husband Greg, Doug  Warner brought his wife Peggy, Robert Matthews brought his son Bobby. I think Diana’s husband Barry was also a first-time participant, although I might be wrong about that one.

In the morning, I found myself assisting in Jan Lloyd-Gohl’s newspaper workshop. Seriously. Jan had the idea of a workshop that would produce a camp newspaper. I grumbled playfully about not being able to get away from the newspaper business, even on vacation, but in truth it was fun helping out. The kids really got into it, interviewing workshop leaders, fellow campers and friends of Mountain T.O.P. One boy drew cartoons. We solicited questions from all of the Summer Plus campers for a “Dear Abby”-style advice column, and the questions were farmed out to various adults to answer. (All of the answers were published under the pseudonym “Aunt Blabby.”)

Several of the kids touched me particularly. One of our creative writing kids was a sweet young girl who has already, at her young age, had to be treated twice for cancer.

One of our Kaleidoscope kids, to whom I’d given one of my spare Reed Bradford crosses, was right on the borderline age between Kaleidoscope and Summer Plus, and got to return for Summer Plus, and so I was delighted to see her again.

After our afternoon workshop each day, we would break the teens into small groups and lead them in a little discussion about our theme word of the day, a character trait like “courage” or “patience.” On the first day, I was reading the prepared questions which had been given us by the staff, and one precocious young woman asked me if I was a therapist. I finally had to show her my business card to prove I was a newspaper reporter, and she playfully referred to me as her therapist for the rest of the week. On a more serious note, she revealed a day or two later that her father was recovering from a stroke, and I told her I’d pray for him.

Do you remember how I fell, badly scraping my knee and elbow, on the first day of Kaleidoscope? Well, on Thursday of Summer Plus, we were playing tag and … I fell, tearing off the small scab that remained on my knee and adding some new scratches.

I got to play several fun games this week. I’d been jonesing for UNO during the Kaleidoscope week but forgot to bring my deck. I brought it this time. I also got to play “Apples To Apples,” about which my co-worker Mary Reeves is always gushing. I loved it too. I may have to buy it some time. And we played “Fact or Crap” one night, which was a real hoot as well.

I also played “Taboo” with the creative writing kids, partly as a way of teaching them about finding new ways to describe things.

I enjoyed tie-dyeing so much during the Kaleidoscope week that I made sure to participate this week. This time, I made another shirt for myself and I also made several to give as gifts.

As I posted to Facebook, I had the same room and the same roommate this week as I’d had during Kaleidoscope – “Smitty” Smith from Smyrna. I didn’t even realize Smitty was coming back for the second week. (He always does home repair.) Smitty and I were the only repeat AIM campers, although Doug Warner had a similar schedule; he was an adult camper in our Youth Summer Ministry at the same time Smitty and I were doing our first AIM week, and then he returned to do AIM with us this week.

Fantastic week, strange ending

I’m going to vent a little bit. This may be a bit more tediously personal than normal. I won’t be offended if you skip it (or if you watch the video without reading the blog post).

It has been the case repeatedly over the years that I will be at a summer AIM event, feeling the best and most relaxed I feel all year, and all of a sudden I’ll experience negative emotions for no reason, a stupid reason, or something that’s obviously not the real reason.

I have never been able to explain this completely. Part of it may be that I feel safer and more relaxed at an AIM camp than I do anywhere else, and stuff bubbles to the surface. I just don’t know.

I had a minor such moment during my Kaleidoscope week, at the end of the day when I felt kind of like a fifth wheel in the Kaleidoscope program. But I had a major one this week – on Friday night, of all times, after what had been otherwise a fantastic week – a successful creative writing workshop, a fun camp experience, and what have you.

My video of the week

At our Friday evening worship, Betsy Galbraith, this year’s AIM director, had a tremendous message challenging us to take the qualities of service and evangelism we’d displayed during the week back with us “to the valley below,” as the Mountain T.O.P. song phrases it. It was a fine message, and I sat there agreeing with it.

And yet, as the worship ended, and Betsy challenged us to seek out someone in the community who’d brought light to our experience over the course of the week, I suddenly felt … depressed. I wanted to be alone. I suddenly didn’t feel like I was capable of taking my Mountain T.O.P. experience to the valley below – exactly the opposite. I’m great at being Mister Christian Community when Christian community is laid out for me on brightly-colored copy paper schedules and when I’m surrounded by well-wishers. In the outside world? Not so much. Many of my problems with finances, weight, career, and socialization have been caused by and/or contributed to my self-centeredness. I sit here in my little cocoon, typing on the keyboard, with the TV cranked up loud enough to drown out my thoughts.

I suddenly felt a sense of guilt – and, in a sort of vicious cycle, that guilt drove me further into myself. I didn’t seek anyone out. One person hugged me (as much as she could, since I remained seated) and then I bolted from the AIM pavilion into the darkness. I eventually found myself sitting alone in the dark on the Friends cabin porch, crying for no reason but my own stupid self pity. Eventually, I went to bed – and even then, instead of using the door that leads from the porch into the lobby, where my friends were happily reminiscing about the week, I snuck around to a side entrance where I wouldn’t be noticed.

To make matters worse, some allergies (I think) which had bothered me a little on Wednesday night and Thursday hit full-force on Friday, and my throat was scratchy and my eyes were burning.

When I woke up Saturday morning, I was still in the feedback loop, still in a foul mood. We’d been asked to load up our cars prior to breakfast, and when I got mine loaded at 6:15 a.m. I got into it, put the keys into the ignition, and drove out of camp. I made it all the way to Altamont, several miles away, before thinking better of it and turning around. Once I was in company again, at breakfast, morning devotion, evaluations and our cleaning of camp, I was a little less moody, but still somewhat subdued – and, after closing circle, I slipped quickly away rather than make the rounds of hugging people goodbye.

At sharing Friday night, maybe an hour before my breakdown, I told the assembled crowd how delighted I was at having rediscovered the summer AIM experience, and how it had been a bright spot in what’s been a difficult and depressing 12 months. I still think so – and maybe that was what I was really emotional about. Maybe I just didn’t want to return home to the career I hate, the resources I’ve squandered, the drab little cocoon I’ve fashioned for myself.

I need a radical change, and I’ve known it for some time. I just don’t know exactly what it is or how to accomplish it.

Safe arrival

Arrived safely after a pleasant lunch with some of my AIM friend at Lorena’s in Monteagle. Did not realize that Smitty, my roommate from two weeks ago, would be back this week — and they have us together again, and in the same room!

Ready to go

Well, I seem to be just about packed, except for the last few things I can’t throw in the suitcase until after I get up in the morning. I am, believe it or not, sleeping in swim trunks tonight so that I can take every available pair of underwear to camp with me.

I have more to pack this time than I did two weeks ago, since I’m leading a workshop at Summer Plus. At Kaleidoscope, I was just (allegedly) helping, and I didn’t have to worry about providing content.

According to Rebecca this morning, I will have one session of creative writing, in the afternoon. Jan Lloyd-Gohl, in her workshop, is going to have her kids write a camp newspaper, and so I’m going to speak to her workshop at some point about my experience in newspapers.

Mountain T.O.P. posts a list of individual campers online for each AIM event (and a list of church groups for each youth ministry week) so that you can check and see if your friends are coming. I’ve never asked recruiter Samantha Tashman about this, but I’m presuming that once the summer camp ministry season starts, she and the rest of the staff have a lot less time available for updating this online list. So it’s possible – though I doubt it — that there may be last-minute signups not reflected on the list as it now appears online. Even if there are a few last-minute additions, however, this will be a smaller camp than the one I was with two weeks ago. That’s good for camp community, not so good in terms of the amount of work we can accomplish. Any last-minute additions would tend to be home repair volunteers, not Summer Plus, since the list of available Summer Plus workshops needs to be tied down at some point prior to camp.

There are a lot of familiar names on the list, however, including

  • Summer Plus stalwart Robert Matthews (who will teach two different workshops – photography and juggling – and is great at both);
  • Former AIM staffer Sonja Goold, who did me a great favor earlier this year by recommending the Daily Audio Bible podcast;
  • Kim Lachler, with whom – like Sonja – I’ve been on a LEAMIS foreign mission trip;
  • Gwynda Patterson, a past AIM camp director; and
  • Long-time friend of Mountain T.O.P. Doug Warner. Doug was, like me, at Cumberland Pines two weeks ago. But he wasn’t an AIM camper; instead, he had accompanied youth from his home church, Germantown UMC in Shelby County, to the Youth Summer Ministry camp taking place simultaneous to AIM. I got to wave at him once or twice. This week, he’ll be at AIM.

It will be good to see everyone.

Two weeks ago, I had to get up very early to help cook men’s club breakfast on the morning I left for camp. I can sleep in a little this time.

Google me

Here’s a weird one; I happened to look up Mountain T.O.P.’s base camp, Cumberland Pines, on Google Earth tonight. Cumberland Pines is where I spent last week and will spend the next one.

Here’s the funny part. In the Google Earth imagery, there’s one little white vehicle parked in between the dining hall and Friends Cabin. It’s hard to judge from the fuzzy image, but I think it may be my car.

The date on the imagery is Oct. 7, 2010, which was the first night of an Adults In Ministry weekend last fall. I attended that weekend. I don’t recall being the first one there, especially since I would have had to drive up after work, although that would certainly be typical of me.

A great, great week

Fun in camp

I returned this morning from a completely satisfactory week at Mountain T.O.P. Adults In Ministry. As I’ve explained recently, I was on the Mountain T.O.P. board for 12 years over a 14-year period starting in 1994. I love the AIM program and used to regularly attend two different week-long AIM events each summer, just as I’m doing this summer. I would do a week of Kaleidoscope – an arts program for special-needs kids, ages 6-11, from the remote and poverty-stricken hills of Grundy County. I would also do a week of Summer Plus, an enrichment program for teens 12 and up.

However, all but one of the mission trips I’ve taken since 2003 have fallen in mid-summer, making it difficult or impossible for me to go to AIM as well. I made one week in 2006, somehow. I’ve also been to a few of the fall AIM weekends (at which only home repair is offered), and while those are fun they aren’t the same kind of camp community you get at a week-long event.

I’m taking a break from the foreign trips this year, and that opened the door for me to head back to AIM. I was a caregiver at Kaleidoscope this week; a week from tomorrow, I will return to camp for a week of Summer Plus, teaching creative writing.

Monday morning was, in some ways, a little shaky. It started well – I led a morning devotional which was well-received. But then, as Reenie Fulton and I prepared to leave on our morning transportation route, I made a pit stop and managed to dunk my smartphone in the toilet bowl. (It dried out and is fine.)

Then, when we got back to camp, the second thing happened. We had a severely-autistic boy in camp, and we’d been briefed by the Kaleidoscope staff that he was a runner. Sure enough, during our opening circle, he made a break for it and I set out in pursuit over the bumpy ground of Camp Cumberland Pines.

Before I could catch up, however, I made a three-point landing, badly skinning my right knee and elbow and stretching my left ankle. (I was wearing shorts, as I did for most of the week.)

I spent much of Monday following the autistic boy. Once he was inside the dining hall, running away wasn’t as much of a problem, but he wasn’t able to focus on or relate to the workshop content, and someone needed to keep him out of harm’s way. I did the best I could. It was an exhausting day, and I don’t think I’d have been able to keep it up for a week, but yet it was strangely satisfying.

However, the staff and my teammates – seeing me hobbling around on my ankle, with big dramatic gauze bandages on my knee and elbow – decided that the next day, we needed to start rotating the caregivers from workshop to workshop, something we hadn’t originally planned to do. The next day, still in hobble mode, I felt … lost. There wasn’t much for me to do in the workshop I was assisting. The group of kids in that group were fairly focused and well-behaved. On the occasions when I did need to deal with one of our more troublesome kids – those with behavior problems, arising from a variety of factors – it seemed as if I would struggle and someone else – one of our two Kaleidoscope staff members, or one of my teammates with child care or education experience – would step in and handle the situation much better than I’d been handling it. By the end of Tuesday, I was starting to think I preferred Monday.

Let me back up a bit and explain a little bit about my involvement. I have long been an evangelist for the fact that we need more male participation in Kaleidoscope. Some (not all) of these kids come from poor home situations, and many of them are desperately in lack of loving, Christian male role models. “Uncle” Ben Neal, a great friend of Mountain T.O.P., was a staple of Kaleidoscope for many years, and the kids just adore him, for his grandfatherly personality and because he does a magic show when he’s at Kaleidoscope. But he’s been sidelined the past two summers. Marty Robbins signed up for AIM as a home repair volunteer one year but a shoulder injury the week before camp resulted in him being sent to Kaleidoscope. The kids worshipped the ground he walked on, fought over the chance to try on  his cowboy hat, and Marty was an instant convert. He signed up for Kaleidoscope himself the next year.

This year, however, we had two female Kaleidoscope staff members, six female AIM campers working in Kaleidoscope, a female professional artist from nearby Altamont, and … me.

I flattered myself in advance by telling myself how badly the kids needed a male presence. But I don’t have the bag of tricks that a professional speech therapist, or even an experienced mother and grandmother, professes. Even a father – and happy Father’s Day to all of you – would have more experience than I do. And Tuesday, I just felt like a fifth wheel, like amateur George Plimpton trying to play professional football in order to write a magazine article about it.

Fortunately, our sharing session Tuesday night was broken down by ministry, and so the Kaleidoscope staff and volunteers ended up having an emotional and cathartic session. The home repair folks had long since finished their sharing and were waiting on us so that the camp community could start our nightly worship, but we needed every second of the time we took. I wasn’t the only one who felt the way I did, either. The woman who’d taken over care of the autistic boy was insecure over his own abilities – which was absolutely absurd, because she was doing a tremendous job. She has a quiet, sweet spirit and a patience that just made her perfect to deal with him.

After our sharing on Tuesday, everything just dropped into place on Wednesday. I felt more confident in dealing with the kids and less threatened when I needed someone else’s help in doing so.

Kaleidoscope tends toward a close-knit team of volunteers, and this was no exception. I had a blast. Katie Phillips, a former Mountain T.O.P. summer staff member, taught her workshop group to make rag dolls with a sort of therapeutic value to them – a stand-in to deal with negative emotions. But the dolls themselves were just fun to make, and – grumbling all the while about losing my guy license – I joined the ladies of Kaleidoscope, and a couple of others, late one night as Katie taught us how to make the dolls for fun.

In a summer AIM camp, there are usually something like three-quarters of the campers (representing men and women of all ages) doing major home repair, with the remaining quarter doing Summer Plus, Kaleidoscope or Quest, whichever happens to be offered that week. (Quest is a high-adventure program for teens from Grundy County.) Our AIM community as a whole was a great one. It included a majority of Mountain T.O.P. first-timers, which is always fun and which gives the camp a special crackle and enthusiasm. My Summer Plus week will have far more returning AIM veterans, which is nice in its own way.

The summer AIM staff this year – camp director Betsy, Kaleidoscope coordinators Dani and Rebecca, major home repair coordinator Amelia and program coordinator Mark, who was responsible for our life in camp – were outstanding, and one of many reasons I’m looking forward to getting back to the mountain a week from tomorrow.

It’s going to be a busy week. I’ll have to catch up at work, of course, and I still have to do some preparation for my Summer Plus workshop, and I have to write a sermon this week so that I can deliver it at First UMC on July 3, after I return from Summer Plus.

Ready to go

Well, I’m packed, and I’ve finally gotten my morning devotion finished. (Did I mention I’m doing the morning devotion in camp Monday? Guess not.)

I have to get up early in the morning and help cook men’s club breakfast at my church; after that, I will head home, load up the car, and head for the mountain.

I’m excited. Can you tell?

Getting ready

Just realized I haven’t blogged in five days. I may post some today and tomorrow, and then I’ll be out of pocket for a week or so at Mountain T.O.P. Adults In Ministry, where I’ll be working in Kaleidoscope, an arts program for special needs kids.

It’s been several years since I’ve been to Mountain T.O.P.’s AIM summer ministry. I did an AIM weekend as recently as last fall, but those are different somehow. For one thing, they’re home-repair-only, and home repair has never been my passion as far as AIM is concerned. I always have a good time, but it’s not where my heart is at.

Plus, there’s a definite difference between the type of community that forms for a two-working-day event and the kind that forms for a five-working-day event.

For Kaleidoscope, I will be one of the caregivers, staying with a group of kids as they move from workshop to workshop. Special needs, in Kaleidoscope, can mean anything the school system decides to send our way — from ADD to severe disabilities. Given the surroundings, many come from some level of poverty, and some come from terrible home situations (one or both parents incarcerated, that sort of thing).

Later, when I do my Summer Plus week, I’ll teach creative writing to teenagers from the mountains. I love each program in its own way. The younger kids in Kaleidoscope give you more affection, while the teens give you more interaction. I love talking about creative writing to teenagers, but you never know what you’re going to get. Sometimes you get teens who are interested and focused, which is wonderful; sometimes you get teens for whom creative writing wasn’t their first choice of workshop, which can be miserable for someone like me without a trained and experienced educator’s bag of tricks. The teens attend one workshop in the morning and another in the afternoon. The staff always tries to give them one of their first choices, but depending on the number of teens and the number of volunteers, sometimes their other workshop is not one they signed up for.

This will be an interesting camp week in one other way. In the past, Mountain T.O.P. held summer AIM weeks at rental facilities. Partly, this was because adults generally expect better accomodations than we provide our youth campers, and partly it was because the two camps Mountain T.O.P. owns — Cumberland Pines and Baker Mountain — are both busy during the summer with Mountain T.O.P.’s Youth Summer Ministry (YSM) program. YSM, which involves youth volunteers (and their adult chaperones) from across the country, is the largest and best-known part of the Mountain T.O.P. ministry.

But the rental prices for many of the camp facilities Mountain T.O.P. has used in the past have become prohibitive, and the ministry didn’t want to keep raising the camper fee. So, over the past few years, adult-friendly housing and a second worship area have been added to Cumberland Pines, and this summer AIM will take place at Cumberland Pines at the same time as YSM. Each group will keep to its own areas of the camp, as I understand it; at mealtime, one group will eat on the dining side of the dining hall while the other group will eat on the so-called training side of the dining hall. A large new deck has been added to “Friends Cabin,” where many of the AIM campers will stay, to be used as an evening hangout.

I am really looking forward to this. I’ve been stressing this week, because it’s been a busy week, and because, just having made a car insurance payment, I haven’t had a lot of money for last-minute trip expenses. But I think I’m going to have a great week.

I was going to try to bring my cheap little laptop to check e-mail, but it’s not working correctly. I’ll be able to check e-mail on my smartphone, and may even manage a brief blog post or Facebook status update, but for the most part I’ll be focused on camp next week.

Mountain T.O.P. experience

Okay, now, this isn’t even funny.

As I blogged last week, my all-time favorite band, Daniel Amos, which hasn’t been on tour in a decade, will be in Smyrna on June 13 – when I can’t go to see them, because I’ll be in Altamont for one of the two Mountain T.O.P. Adults in Ministry weeks I’m doing this summer.

Well, guess what? My favorite public radio program, the Chicago-based “Wait Wait … Don’t Tell Me,” is going to do a show from Nashville this summer.

On June 30.

During my other Mountain T.O.P. AIM week.

Ed, Jay, Julie, Kim, Sam, Bo and Buddy, I just hope you guys know how much I love you. Because if I didn’t love you ….

No. No. No……….

voxfrontDaniel Amos, my all-time favorite band ever since I was in college in the early 1980s, hasn’t been on tour anywhere that I could see them in a while. But they’re touring this summer, in spite of the band’s frontman, Terry Scott Taylor, having some health and financial problems.

They will be in Smyrna.

On June 13.

Will I go see them? No, because I will be at Camp Cumberland Pines for one of the two Mountain T.O.P. Adults In Ministry weeks I’m doing this summer.

I absolutely cannot believe I will have to miss this.