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Wednesday, March 26, 2008 When I'm At Dixon's Creek... I could write all about the wonderful 4 days I just had at Dixon's Creek (the Reformed Presbyterian Church campsite). I could tell you all about the people I had the blessing of seeing and fellowshipping with, the big beautiful outdoors around the campsite, my lack of sleep. I could go on and on about the crazy games we played, the amazing food we ate, the Psalms we sang. I'd have to tell you about the speaker, of course, who gave us some wonderful talks on the Psalms. I'd include a bit about the sermon on Sunday morning on 1 Corinthians 13 -- "It's Better If We Love People." I'd also have to go on about all the adorable little kiddies who gave me the pleasure of being on Playground Patrol for long periods of time, the walks we got to take together, and the fun I had driving back from camp, carpooling with the rest of the Frankstonites. But instead of rambling about all those details, I'll just sum up Dixon's Creek in general with a poem Maria and I wrote. We started the poem after our first Dixon's Creek experience, and I finally wrote the second half almost 2 years later. We typed it out, pasted some photos beside it, and stuck it up on the wall to see if anyone noticed. A few people figured right away that it must have been a Blackwood effort (does that mean we're poetic or just pathetic? :-)) and Jono Blakston suggested I post it on my blog. So, here it is... Look at that place! Who'd want to stay there? It's smack dab In the middle of nowhere! A couple of buildings, A sandbox, a swing, And up in the "hall"... Does that phone even ring? The dishes don't match, The couches atrocious, Half the wall blackened-- Make that fire less ferocious! The dorms--as they call them-- Some bunks and a mirror, Aren't really that bad... If it's not spiders you fear. Four minute showers-- Can you even wash your hair? The rule must be followed; No water to spare! The toilets get blocked At least once every time. But don't you worry, Just follow this rhyme: "If it's yellow, let it mellow, If it's brown, flush it down." And she'll be right, mate! No reason to frown. And yet... Listen to that! Is that music I hear? And singing and laughter Coming from in there? Now I see people, All ages and sizes, All colours and shapes, And harmony arises! They're talking and laughing, Smiling and sharing; And now look at that-- At those costumes they're wearing! It is quite refreshing To see unity abound In this world where this peace Is not likely found. This family of families Bringing glory to Above. What does it look like? Well, it looks--like--Love. That's Dixon's Creek in a rather large nutshell. It's priceless.  [2008 Dixon's Creek Campers] For more photos, go HERE. Charity | 8:30 pm Comments-[ comments.] |
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