Reformátusok Lapja, 1969 (69. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1969-10-01 / 10. szám
14 REFORMÁTUSOK LAPJA Camp Kanesatake 1969 I would like to present to you the step by step ingredients that make a day at Camp Kanesatake. I’m pretty sure you all know the schedule by now, so what I’d like to do is present you with a few things in particular that make camp what it is. One of the first things we have each day is Morning Watch. This year we had a group Morning Watch, when a cabinet member would lead a small Worship Service. On Tuesday I gave the morning watch, and it went something like this: TO ME, LOVE IS A WHISPER “It is an intimate sensing, soft, meant for only one ear, heard not by other ears in the same close intensity that the One Ear hears the fullest volume is lost unto others. Its mystery is secret between Only Two. It is closest to consciousness, and, in turn, mind is closest to heart. It is nearness. It is a subtle expression; it has meaning... for Only Two. It is tender. It is private—thoughts can be transmitted through breath. It is warm. It is a pleasant awareness. Its murmur is soothing; its sighing syllables—all parts integral for the whole—pacify. It is an invitation to revelation. Never a bondage, but always a bond. It is halcyon harmony of heart. There is an awareness of movement, yet it is finally heard unexpectedly, breaking the hush of breathless wonderment. Its gentle revelation makes you smile—inside.” As you can guess our theme this year was on Love. Many aspects of this topic were presented by the Reverend Leslie Borsay, of Warren, Ohio. The main point of Rev. Borsay’s lectures was that Love is the giving of oneself, so that others may have life. He also told us that when we get home we should tell others not that we Are loved, but rather we Are Love. Another exciting day was Wednesday. If you didn’t know, this year our minister, the Rev. Arpad Beretz, was the Camp Director and I might also add, his first year as a camper. Well, every year we have an annual hike to “World Famous Indian Caverns”, which is a short distance from the camp. Rev. Beretz was talked into going, but instead of driving, he also walked. The estimated mileage was one mile, but as it turned out it was four miles. I have to give our minister credit for being the second- miler, by which he also won the Second- Miler Award for such a tremendous accomplishment of walking that distance plus taking a 45 minute walking tour through the caverns. Wednesday night was a big night. We had the Camp Kanesatake Olympics. Each girl cabin was to be paired with a boys cabin and they were to pick a country and write a song and cheer to be presented at the games. The night was full of surprises, and I have to admit there were some good songs, but the best song was by cabins 1, 4, and 8, representing the country Chili. However, that night, Camp Kanesatake received a new name by the Cabinet and was used thereafter by the Cabinet, as well as all the campers. The new name was Beretzanovia. There our illustrious Rev. Beretz was made King of Beretzanovia. It was really something to behold. If you could have been there, you too, would have been proud of Rev. Beretz, just as we were, his subjects, from his own church. So Hail to the King of Beretzanovia, long live the King! On Thursday night we had a talent show. This year all of the cabins were urged to participate, and all the cabins did. It was really fun and we all had a good time. On Friday afternoon instead of the annual all-star vs. the cabinet football game, a soccer game was played instead. Seeing as how neither team was very good, due to the lack of experience, the game ended in a tie. After supper we had a little extra free time to get ready for the Consecration Service. Around 8:00 we started to gather together—girls cabins then boys cabins, headed by the ministers and choir. We proceeded down to the field and formed a large circle around the huge bonfire. There the Rev. Dr. Leslie Borsay gave the meditation. After that each camper’s candle was lit and we proceeded up the hill to the Recreation Hall where we partook of the Lord’s Supper. As I was walking up the hill, I turned and looked back and saw the fire and the candles, and I felt an inner peace fall upon me, for I knew as many others did, that God was with us and that through Him our camp is a camp of love and understanding and that I Am Love. As usual, Saturday morning quickly rolled around and so did the tears. Tears were shed for the happy times together and for the thought of leaving all the friends we made and that wonderful place. Camp Kanesatake. Of course, this is only a small part of the many things we all experienced. The thought of camp lingers on in all of our hearts and when the New Year approaches, we shall turn our thoughts toward the coming camp and all its happiness and good times. For now, we live on memories and dreams of what was, and what will be. Melody Toth, Hammond, Ind.
