Reactions to recent ‘A moment from yesterday’ photographs
The site is Camp Elim on the north end of Lac Pelletier, 50 kilometres southwest of Swift Current, Sask. The poplars were replaced in 1991 and the main tabernacle building in 1997. Mennonite Disaster Service helped build or replace two cabins and the boathouse in 2015. This summer was Camp Elim’s 75th anniversary. Due to COVID-19, there were no physical celebration, no summer camps or rentals. Summer students—a director and two counselling staff were hired to help the local board with maintenance refurbishment and program refreshment. Check the Camp Elim Facebook page (facebook.com/MCSask.CampElim) for pictures from past years as well as camp updates.
—Grace Funk, Waldeck, Sask.
The writer is a former camper, staffer and board member, and a current volunteer.
Re: A photograph of three Canadian Mennonite Bible College students and professor Waldemar Janzen, Sept. 14, page 11.
The two other people in the photograph, pictured second from left and right, are Jake Froese and Gary Bueckert, both originally from Saskatchewan. Jake was a minister in churches in the Conference of Mennonites in Canada for years and Gary was a teacher for many years in Winkler, Man.
—Edgar Schmidt (online comment)
The writer is pictured at left in the photograph.
Study of the Psalms leads to thoughts of summer camps past
This summer at Jubilee Mennonite Church in Winnipeg we have engaged in a study of the Psalms. My favourite text was from Psalm 55, a lament by King David about being betrayed by a lifelong friend, and his steadfast belief that God would redeem him: “Oh that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest. Behold, I would wander far away. I would lodge in the wilderness. Selah. I would hasten to my place of refuge.”
The text conjured up many images and memories of working at a summer camp in the mid 1980s. I asked myself, if I was in King David’s shoes, where would I find my place of refuge? The answer is Camp Squeah in Hope, B.C., where I worked as a counsellor and lifeguard from 1983 to ’86. The name, in fact, means “place of refuge.”
For me, my place of refuge was all about the joy of living within nature for two full months: canoeing down the Fraser River, cliff diving at Fifth Falls, repelling down sheer cliffs, taking a group hike to the Pride of Emory, fireside at chapel in the sky, a snack at the canteen, vacuuming the pool in the morning under the hot sun, and sitting on the trampoline at the end of the day under a blanket of stars.
“Oh that I had wings like a dove,” I would fly up there every summer.
—Ryan Adrian, Winnipeg