Though the surroundings were inhospitable, the small area we worked to set apart for ourselves provided us not only with refuge, but with joy and laughter and feasting and revelry.
In the midst of the darkness, our campfire and spirits shone brighter than ever.
As life goes on, we think back to this trip frequently. Our lives as Christians–”foreigners and strangers on Earth” (Heb 11:13)–are not so different from a camping trip, only lifelong and across multiple trips.
It is more like a missional journey, where we bring our small fires and tents from place to place, hoping to make and hold space for those who seek refuge and belonging, telling and showing them a glimpse of “the kingdom of heaven [that] is at hand” (Matt 3:2).
This is our journey of tent-living.