The good folks at the Salem Camp Meeting surely did not take for granted their gathering together during the camp meeting last week.
There is just something awesome about being under the tabernacle, out in the open, singing and praising our Heavenly Father, while your feet are perched upon some sawdust.
Though my 2-year-old daughter Joy wasn’t so sure about the sawdust getting in her shoes, she did enjoy was the music, and so did I.
Joy and I decided to join in on the festivities at the camp meeting for their last night, mainly because my mother-in-law, Janie Wells, and the sweet choir folks from First Baptist Church of Lithonia were singing that evening. Also, the Joyful Messengers, a quartet, that Janie plays piano for were performing.
A common misconception about camp meeting is that the people are all from one denomination, but that is the furthest from the truth. I sat amongst Methodists, Baptists, Catholics and even those with no denomination.
We all sat in one accord, to worship our Almighty Savior, Jesus.
While I sat and enjoyed watching Janie play, I was in such awe of her talent at the piano. Janie really has a true gift, and thankfully she accepted her calling of being a musician, something she did 50-plus years ago. What would this world have been like if she had not said “Yes, Lord, I’ll play for you?”
A few weeks back she was honored at FBC Lithonia for her many years of playing the organ at the church, and as she humbly accepted the acknowledgment, she graciously gave all of the credit to God. One more reason why I love that lady so.
Before I get carried away about Janie, let me get back to what I really wanted to say.
If you’ve never attended a camp meeting, please do. To sit among other believers and just worship, with no agenda, to freely praise God and realize just how He has blessed us all, is to realize again how incredibly blessed we are.
Besides making sure Joy didn’t start driving the stroller around the tabernacle, and keeping the sawdust off of her feet, I had no worries in the world while I sat and enjoyed some good old fashioned, lovin’ Jesus music and fellowship.
Everyone was happy and excited to be there, and again, everyone was there under one accord. I have to say, when the Joyful Messengers got up to sing “I’ll Fly Away,” clapping erupted, and what more says camp meeting than singing and clapping to “I’ll Fly Away?”
Those who know Jesus, and who have accepted Him into their hearts, truly know that “Some bright morning when this life is over, I’ll fly away ... To a land where joys will never end, I’ll fly away.”
To those of you who I got to shake hands with, hug and meet for the first time, it sure was nice seeing you under the tabernacle, and I’ll hopefully see you again next year, same time, same place.
Do not forsake the assembly of one another. There is just joy in gathering together and praising Jesus.
And one last thing, Mrs. Wiggins, I’m still waiting on that blueberry recipe you were telling me about.
Julie Wells is the editorial assistant in the newsroom at the Rockdale Citizen. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.