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Just a few weeks ago, I was sitting on the deck of the lodge at Camp A, where our church hosts the annual youth retreat. The deck is rustic and wide. About ten wooden rocking chairs, painted a pale green that is reminiscent of clover in the spring, stationed at various intervals furnish said deck. The panoramic view from a rocking chair in the center of this deck displays rolling, forested hills, and directly overlooks a green, glittering lake which is nestled between two or three of the high hills. There is another small deck between the lodge and lake, but from where I sat, the two chairs below appeared quite small- as if they had been handcrafted for a child’s dollhouse. The entire scene was quite lovely and peaceful.

After the youth band finished the concertina they were playing in the auditorium (which happens to be the room that opens to the beauty previously described), the hushed sounds of dozens of conversations around the camp brought a smile to my face as my gaze turned towards the heavens. Endless constellations, along with our moon, other planets, and other galaxies no doubt, lit the night sky. For the first time ever, I saw the stars actually twinkle like the bulbs on a Christmas tree, or as fireflies which illuminate the fields at dusk in summertime. It was breath-taking. It felt as if I were hiding away on this deck in the hills under an infinite blanket of celestial bodies...as if I were the miniature doll in the dollhouse I had imagined just minutes earlier.

To Be Continued.