As we concluded reading the letters, our quiet, tranquil sounds of creek were interrupted as a group of campers creek hiked through. Honestly, the timing could not have been more perfect. “You got it!” Kim exclaimed to a camper near the rear of the group. “You see Sarah,” she leaned in to tell me, “it’s like we’re back in 1969. That girl could be me. She could be me – same haircut and everything.”
Regardless of what season Asbury Hills is in – whether we are able to listen to the quiet water flowing or are enjoying 170 plus singing praise, there is something deeply holy about time spent here. To borrow Kim’s words, it’s a returning place for so many. A place where a person is able to re-center. Re-focus. It’s that place that you know every time you return, God is right there with you. Asbury Hills has always been that returning place. And regardless what buildings and activities have been built over the fifty plus years of summer camp at Asbury Hills. And regardless of what the future holds – that is something that time simply can’t touch.
I found God today. Drove up to Asbury Hills United Methodist Camp, new JT CD cranked up. As always, the turn into Asbury Hills, I anxiously await the first glimpse of the mountains. I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, and again I think, my help comes from the Lord… Over and over again I have seen God’s face, hands, and feet in this place. I have felt His grace, love, and mercy. Here I know that faith is like the wind. I can’t see it, but I can feel it in God’s gentle breeze, hear His voice in the music of the creek, and see His face in His creation. And so I found God today, ever present here in this place, Asbury Hills, for me, God’s most splendid creation.