Showing posts with label Phantom Lake YMCA Camp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Phantom Lake YMCA Camp. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The Ragger's Creed... Words to live by

When I was 14, the summer before I went to high school, I went to Phantom Lake YMCA camp. I was a very serious kid, prone to doing the right thing and following the rules. I also felt drawn to the spiritual aspect of life, wondering about the answer to the eternal question "why am I here?" and searching for the pathway to a righteous life.

My self esteem was low, and I think I felt if I could just find the right thing to do, then maybe I could feel good about myself.

Thus, the Ragger's program was right up my alley. The first rag, the blue rag (a blue kerchief), had only one requirement: memorize the "Ragger's Creed" which was the first verse of a hymn, I later found out.

I would be true, for there are those who trust me
I would be pure, for there are those who care
I would be strong, for there is much to suffer
I would be brave, for there is much to dare.

I would be a friend to all, the foe, the friendless
I would be giving and forget the gift
I would be humble for I know my weakness
I would look up and laugh, and love, and lift.


I went on, in the following years, to complete the program,finishing with the red rag. This level had us lie on the ground toward the end of the ceremony at Ragger's point, face down, with our arms outstretched, and say "Here I am, Lord, send me"

Later, at my husband's ordination to the ministry in the Episcopal Church, I was startled to find that the end of the service had the same procedure.

Today, I tend to live my life by the Ragger's Creed as much as possible. I'm not sure about my call to any kind of ministry, as I struggle through midlife and all the questions it calls to mind. But I believe that if we all could do our best to be true, pure, strong, brave, a friend to all, giving, humble, laugh, love and lift, the world would be a peaceful place.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Warning: Facebook causes flashes from the past....

Jeni Bales, and Me, at Phantom Lake YMCA Camp, 1974

Recently I joined Facebook. I'd heard about it, but never thought to go there, after joining MySpace and being totally flummoxed.

My brother, Bryan, suggested I join so we could be more in touch with one another regarding what's going on with our parents. He's in North Carolina with his wife, and we are in Illinois. So I did. (Of course, as someone pointed out, a phone call is faster; but I'm a sucker for computer communication...) I thought I would just add my brother, my nieces, family members. HA! Facebook grabs you and sucks you in like a vacuum cleaner.

You can plug in your High School, your College, heck, any organization and years you attended. Then, POOF! you have, in a little box on your page, suggestions of people you might know. And you start thinking.... what was that person's name.... and you remember summer camp... and the next thing you know you are plugging in names. And digging out photo albums. And remembering....

(Oh, and don't get me started on the games you can play there...)