Imagine you arrive at a church camp and get this crazy bald guy as a counselor. He’s boring with dinner table conversations, but a motor-mouth with anything that has to deal with technology. That’s what six weeks of camps and conferences this summer turned me into; my campers that last week were so lucky! Some of the campers would, correctly, note that they were lucky in spite of having me as a counselor.
On June 25th, 2006, while returning from a conference in Austin, TX, I got an e-mail that spiked my energy levels for the next month. No, not even my flight cancellation and another day in my travel time could slow down the excitement.
Dave Neas, a member of First Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) in Osceola, IA, was e-mailing that the congregation had approved a $4000 grant for our region’s campgrounds. The previous summer I wrote a concept proposal that organized a team of 15 people at high school (CYF) church camps to work on “capturing” the week in different mediums. The proposal included two very nice desktop computers, flat-screen monitors, three waterproof digital cameras, and a digital video camcorder. The idea was to give the campers the equipment to create, explore and learn during the camps in ways not conceivable a decade ago.
The idea for the capture stations was also to remove headaches for the counselors. For the past four years campers had brought digital cameras to camp and a counselor would bring a random laptop each year with them and then, supposedly, all of the equipment was supposed to converse well and make the process simple. It was anything but simple. Drivers wouldn’t work; campers would forget the cords to download from their cameras; all of the time for working on the slideshows would be spent just trying to get the pictures off of the memory cards.
Well, headaches were less common this year, thanks to the gift from the Osceola congregation. Luckily, it’s a gift that spans time as well. In a church climate that often highlights conflict between generations, this gift was made many years ago by Vera Marquis of FCC in Osceola. Vera established a college scholarship endowment and also set aside money beyond this gift specifically because of her generosity to and her concern for the youth of the church.
Within a week the equipment was purchased and by July 16th it was installed and ready for its first use: CYF Camp 16, of which Dave Neas was also a counselor. Camp 16 went through the growing pains of learning the equipment for the first time and logistically discovering the patterns needed for 15 campers and two adult sponsors to work effectively using two computers. They came up with issues I never expected (i.e. iMovie, for some reason, likes to “letterbox” video footage automatically — which looks professional but really sucks away the time).
So going into the last week of church camp I was working with another CYF Camp and learning from the lessons Camp 16 discovered. Each team member had one role and one piece of equipment to use; at least, that’s how it was supposed to be. Three campers were “blogging” (public journalling for those who’ve never heard that term — ?!?); three campers were each assigned a waterproof 6-megapixel digital camera; one camper did digital video recording; one edited all of the video into our news segments; one camper’s role was to just go through all of the digital pictures taken and then delete the bad ones and rank the rest on a 5-star scale; two campers were anchors for the nightly news show; one camper was a segment reporter for the news show; one camper was a helper for three of the random different roles — yeah, he was useful wherever we put him … so we put him everywhere … my kind of situation!
After all of those roles, we still had two extra campers. Mike, it turns out, has a good sense of humor. Each night, using pictures we’d taken through the week, Mike added captions to create pages of comics, which we then printed out each morning in time to use them as place-mats at the breakfast tables.
Then came Abby … who it took a while to place. At some point in that half-hour it was volunteered that Abby was a good painter. Little did we know.
We went down to the camp’s craft room and tried to first find Abby something to paint on and then something to paint with. Did you know that church camps often don’t have large canvases just laying around? We ended up just looking for some type of material big enough that Abby could mess around with: a square ceiling tile! Luckily camp facilities often have tons of “hand-me-down” paint. At this point in the process Abby asked me what she was supposed to paint. (How was I supposed to encourage at this point? I didn’t want to stifle her creative energy). So I said a piece on “baptism” — which meant that we grabbed 15 bottles of white and blue paint, hoping that at least two of them were full enough and a high-enough quality to work.
The picture above shows what Abby finalized that Friday afternoon. Needless to say, we were all stunned.
In finishing a book (Northrup Frye’s Words with Power), I discovered a reference to a Frost poem (yeah, I realize 2nd-order quoting is dangerous) that described all streams in a mountain divide going the same direction except for one current. He described the eddy created by the current that turned back and stood up against the current. The character in Frost’s poem saw “in this a figure of the imagination itself, the human consciousness born from nature and yet resisting nature with its own natural energy” (294). Abby’s painting reminds me that creativity ebbs and flows and most often, freedom is its best companion.