This place has changed!

As we were finishing lunch this afternoon, a man walked into the dining room. From the look on his face (am I in the right place), I was pretty sure he had come to register a child. This was confirmed as I greeted him. I asked him how old his child was. He wasn't sure if he were 12 or 13. Handing him the summer brochure & registration form, I tried to answer all the questions I am usually asked about the camp program. I did explain that to come to teen week the child had to be 13. He left the dining room. "Oh no," I thought. "I've offended him."

In just a few seconds he returned with a lady. The child was 12. He wouldn't want to be here with the older kids she assured me. I reviewed all the information with her. After we had finished talking, I introduced him to some of the staff. We learned that he was 39 & had come to camp when he was younger. (I don't remember him so he must have not come to teen week). Mrs. B.W. - whom Uncle Martin had named upon her parents' request - had reminded him of the camp here. He had remembered how much fun he had had and thought his girlfriend's son would enjoy coming here also. I sent the form home with the mother so she could fill it out at home.

A little while later they returned wanting to register the teenage son. If she allows one to come, she has to give the other son the same opportunity. He will come to teen week. As they were leaving the man kept saying, "This place has changed! This place has really changed!"

Even though the physical aspect of Bancroft has changed through the years, we are thankful that the truths of God's Word have not nor ever will change. We pray that these children (some of them 2nd or 3rd generation campers) will take home those truths from their week(s) here at camp.