Fall Retreat

My oh my, it was a great weekend for us here at the Heart of Avalon. Split Pea (Keith), Hangman (Joe), and I, bruiser, all embarked friday to a land where the air is crisp in the skies are clear. A land where freedom rings and waves of grain flow. A land of milk and honey, also known as Hume Lake. It was absolutely beautiful up there, the weather was perfect (but brisk) and the people were great. It was our fall retreat for Campus Crusade. I can't really describe how great it was... but I'm telling yee, 'twas... great. It was a sweet time of learning, fellowship, and relaxation. Way too much stuff went down to capture in this blog. Here as an exagerated story of the highlight of the weekend... for me anyways... It all started and the eve of october the 27th...
The winds were howling and the skies were dark with malicious clouds threatening to pour down torrents of droplets. Such droplets that bring chills to the most manly of men. The retreaters were bundled inside the lodge, hoping... nay, praying that the weather might relent. But alas, the lumbering clouds grew more feirce. All but one cowered in deathly fright... This one man went out into the barbaric elements, he fought the feverish winds and gusty gails until he reached the lake; the source of such malicious weather...
The man sat still and listened to the chaos around him. In the midst of such turmoil he heard a calling, a calling from the lake... it said, "please, please sir, let my waters sooth and calm you. Let my ripples lap against the side of your boat while you bask under the sun. Let me..." WHOOOOOOSH, CRACK! A tree branch had hit our hero in the head rendering him dead.
The winds died that night. The gusts fell flat into a lull. The retreaters were relieved and able to enjoy the rest of the weekend without a cloud in the sky. Some say that the clouds were satisfied with the lone man and left. Some say that they left too soon, because the man fought. But little do they know that it was not the man who fought but the desire in his heart to explore the unkown lake that allowed him to live.
The next morning warmth was beating down upon his body as he genly awoke to the light of day. He had no recolection of what had occured the night before, but deep inside him he had a miniscule notion to embark upon the lake and explore the uncharted lands that lay beyond its shores. So he went forth; he set his sights on the distant shore and rowed. He left with no intentions to return. He went...

Actually that didn't happen, but me and my safety officer Joe, and some friends (the wonderful Erin Bailey and fabulous Karen Loperena) took a row boat out on the lake, and it was great. Nothing like the story, but it was great. here is a cool verse... "Sow for yourselves righteousness, reap the fruit of unfailing love, and break up your unplowed ground; for it is time to seek the LORD, until he comes and showers righteousness on you." Hosea 10:12. I've been pondering that one all weekend.
Sorry for the stupid story. -M