It was a very old camp tabernacle built in the 1940s, so old that the wood siding was rotten, Jonathan said, and only held together by the paint.
But some people wanted it repainted with the thought in mind to get the camp up and running again, and they were willing to pay a crew.
And Jonathan, needing work for his crew at the moment, took them the many miles to do the work. This is what it looked like after it was done.
Jonathan learned that back in the 40s, a rancher gave part of his land for this camp, and several churches nearby, including a Presbyterian church, went together to build the camp for evangelism.
In the 1970s, my family attended services at this camp more than once. My sister has more memories of it than I do, and when I sent pictures, she was quite fascinated. Jonathan says a raccoon was living inside the pulpit, and making quite a mess on the platform.
Here is the crew for those two days who did the painting, with Brother John Bush, in the white hair, a Lakota Christian.
Danny finds adventure even in the middle of a work trip. He found a big turtle the first day.
The second day, the back door of the truck topper flew open and the lunch cooler fell out, spreading half the men's lunch all over Highway 83, but the guys had enough else along to eat that they made it through the work day and still went fishing that evening.
Sometimes the most God-oriented thing a man can do with his son is go fishing with him.
Father and son caught three splendid catfish.
Danny, covered in white paint, exhibits his prize!
And at home, his mom is having too much fun making a song visual for VBS next month.
Whether painting, fishing, or writing and printing songs for VBS,
God is in the middle of it.
Keep our religion simple, Lord, and infuse everything we do, Jesus, with Your love.
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