A Little Campfire Story

Some stories, as you know, only get better with the telling.  This story relates to the Lads and Dads camping trip that several of us participated in this past weekend.  (Some names have been changed to protect the innocent.)

First of all, let me say thanks to Jared for organizing this event and to all who participated.  This was a great idea, not only an opportunity to get out into nature, but also one for spending time with others of “like precious faith.”  I love events where you don’t have to worry about what someone is going to say or how they might act.  These young men (and their dads) are the best of the best!  What a joy to spend time with them.

I was only there on Thursday night, so I freely admit that there may be some inaccuracies in my chronicles of what happened on Friday night.  But Thursday night was perfect.  The weather was perfect.  The food was great.  The campfire conversation was stimulating.  The stars were brilliant.

Cue the raccoons.

At sometime during the night, the stealthy procyonids began making their way through camp.  I heard them but didn’t get up because I thought that everything was secure.  They didn’t make a lot of noise, nor were they there long, and I soon drifted back to sleep.  The morning sun revealed, though, that the midnight marauders’ mission was not in vain.  They managed to get into one of the coolers and made off with pork chops and sausage.  The stories of Friday night, however, told a different tale.  According to the various reports of the eyewitnesses, they made 3 or 4 passes through the camp with their strength estimated to be somewhere between 5 and 32.  They knocked the lid off the metal trash can, turned on a radio and were dancing on the table, let the air out of car tires, opened the latches of the rubbermaid tote containing the food (but could not get the lid off because they were evidently sitting on it), but ultimately made off with nothing more than a bag of Chex mix.  No one slept on Friday night.

In Luke 11, Jesus talked about an unclean spirit going out of a man, only to return finding him clean and in order.  The spirit then returns with 7 others, and the Bible says “…the last state of that man is worse than the first” (Luke 11:26).  Sin and temptation may take a holiday from you, but Satan is always looking for the chance to return and wreak havoc.

Be ready.  Satan is ready to cue the raccoons.

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