We've been at camp since Sunday now. Three days. It is crazy how fast time is already flying. We are in Israel! The homeland of Jesus. Here at the camp though it feels like we are in Texas. Hot and dry. The camp is circled around a baseball field. Supposedly one of only three in all of Israel.
But when you know you are not in Texas when everyone around you is speaking a different language, when palm trees and vibrant bushes are in every patch of foliage and when the distant skyline of Tel Aviv is to the west. Electric trains go by ever hour. They are silent and short.
Today is our first full day of camp. It is going to be a long hot day of silly games, baseball, Popsicles and swimming. The children are the most beautiful little people I have ever seen. Most don't know english, but will talk to you anyway in their own beautiful Hebrew. Ever time I hear the language I can feel almost power in it. This is the language of God's chosen people!
We have a meeting right now to prepare for the day. So I should go. No one is ever on time here. They don't seem to need it, yet everything gets done. Incredible.
Later...
