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Monday, January 3, 2011

To All My Democrat Friends:

Please accept with no obligation, implied or explicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all.  I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2011, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make America great.  Not to imply that America is necessarily greater than any other country nor the only America in the Western Hemisphere.  Also this wish is made without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference of the wishee. 

To my Republican Friends:

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Monday, September 13, 2010

you know you've worked at Camp Cherokee when...

Before I start, I just want to say that I never thought I would start a blog. Now, after working a summer at Cherokee, I've seen the error of my ways.  (So, here I am, starting a blog!)  But besides blogging, I'm starting to see how working at Cherokee has changed my mindset about a lot of things.  I know the list below is not all-encompassing, and it's certainly not complete (let me know what I've missed!).  But I just thought I would share...

You know you've worked at Camp Cherokee when: start a blog.  :) gets hot outside and all you can think about is jumping in the lake.  (In fact, swimming in a pool will never quite be as refreshing as a hop into Saranac Lake.  ...with a life jacket on, of course!) start drinking soy milk.
...when talking to campers, you start to hear your parents' words come out of your mouth.  In fact, you sound just like your mom (or dad)!'re at the salad bar and you worry whether or not the tongs you just used touched the cheese on your plate!  (After all, you wouldn't want to contaminate the other food for the people who don't eat dairy...) always need to be wearing shoes- it just feels weird to be barefoot now.
...all other kinds of granola have been ruined for you after eating the delicious Camp Cherokee granola. say "Interjection!" on occasion, or perhaps retort with a "Touche!"
...showering without flip-flops now seems like a luxury. start to unexpectedly find ways that God is working in your life.
Allow me to elaborate on this last point.  Before camp this summer, I always knew that God had a plan for my life, and that He's always working on me.  But working at camp this summer really opened my eyes to further understand this truth.  This summer, I learned to go further than just knowing in the back of my head that there's good things that God wants for me.  It's becoming apparent to me all the time, in the form of every little miracle that jumps out at me.  I've come to see that everyday He's here with me, walking alongside me.

Thank you, Jesus, for not leaving me as I am, but constantly working on me to become Your masterpiece.
"For we are His workmanship, having been created in Christ Jesus for good works that God prepared beforehand so we may do them."  Ephesians 2:10