Grow in Faith at TLC
Quarters for HungerQUARTERS FOR LOCAL HUNGERAll quarters put in the collection plate, as well as the quarter tube in the narthex, will go to the Local Food Pantry to purchase food items for people in need. This is a wonderful Outreach Project to help others.
Donations for the local food shelters
Adult Sunday School
No Adult Sunday School at this time.
Wednesday Bible Study
at 9:30 Am
2:30 pm every Monday through Lent and every Thursday on zoom during Lent. We are using "The Good and Beautiful Life" by James Bryan Smith
Trinity Lutheran has multiple opportunities for members of our congregation to grow their faith. Join one of our Adult Bible Study options, share your ability to pray for those in need through our prayer chain, help service our community by helping out in our efforts to Adopt a Highway or serve on one of the many committee options in the congregation.
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Submitted to EWALU by Leah Plotz
It was just what I needed: that bounce, bounce, bounce as I crossed the bridge to the Trailblazer village.
It had been a few years since I had last crossed that bridge. That bridge that has washed away in floods countless times, that bridge which runs along the tractor path. As a Trailblazer, it felt luxurious to not have to haul our luggage all the way across camp. We were grown up now. We were left to defend for ourselves, out beyond the river, cooking our meals over open fires, cut off from the main camp and therefore from society as we knew it. I had never been so proud or exhausted after a week of camp. Over the years as a camper, I continued to grow in my faith with great enthusiasm, and exponentially in my “survival” skills. Like many other EWALU campers, I sang every song I learned the entire car ride home.
When I ended up as an LT in 2005, I did my shadow week with Trailblazers. Little did my coordinator know how perfect of a match it was. It was a journey full circle, back to when I became truly hooked on camp. Oh, these campers are tiny!, I thought. ...and enthusiastic as heck! It was a great week of goofing off with these munchkins, teaching them the same songs that I had learned as a Trailblazer. The pride they had from cooking pancake scramble over an open fire felt familiar. The frustration over wet firewood...also felt familiar. I was determined to get these kids hooked on camp.
Many summers have passed since my last at EWALU. Nineteen to be exact. I had visited EWALU a couple of times since then, but for some reason always in the winter, when the trails are all but hidden under the snow and the parachutes are packed away. This summer, however, I finally ventured back to EWALU to stomp the trails again. My boyfriend joined me, and I told him all about camp on the drive up: the endless hunt for firestarter sticks, the ritual of Friday potscrub, the bracelet making by the pool, and the periodical flooding of the river.
By the time we arrived, the Friday program was over and and the counselors were busy bees, cleaning up the camp before the wrap-up meeting. They would soon have a precious 24 hours of break before the next crazy week. Although my retro EWALU staff t-shirt prompted a “welcome back!” from a passing coordinator, the was only one person still there after all these years that could possibly recognize me. It was Jesse, and of course he recognized me, cause he is just that type of guy.
Bounce, bounce, bounce. I cried so many tears of joy that day stomping the trails and bouncing on the bridge. We even broke the rules and sat right down in the outpost patio chair! I pointed out where we slept under the stars as LT’s and where we had campfire every Sunday night. We went riverstomping, just the two of us, and I exited leech-free.
The further I venture from EWALU, the more I feel connected through my appreciation of my time there. EWALU is still a place where cell phones still have no purpose: I didn’t even have reception. It is still a place where kids feel belonging and have fun. It is still a place to grow in faith in a setting that simply doesn’t exist in everyday life. For me, EWALU made God fun. And that’s a pretty big feat for an eight-year-old...and for a 32-year-old. EWALU is still, after all these years, “a place apart.”