..."...he walked to the front of the boat and shouted,
'I'm the king of the WORLD!!' Two thousand years before that line in the
movie, Titanic, there was also a man. A man that was literally the King...Yet
how did we treat him? With respect? With adoration? Or with hate and rejectiveness?"
.....The summer had been long and tiresome. Farm work was hard and the
once soft Kentucky soil was dry and cracked, as though a tremor had shook
the area. After a hard working day, I would often stay outside until the
moon climbed high and the stars shyly sparkled. Sometimes I lay on the
bank of our pond, watching the wonders beyond our world, while my dogs,
Lassie and King, would playfully tug at my jeans. Some nights we'd wrestle,
and others we would just sit in a big heap of fur and flesh - gazing at
My routine was a simple one - hard work during the day, calm and peaceful
rest at night - but I knew it wouldn't last long. The previous year I
had signed up for a six-day church camp in mid-summer called Mission Fuge.
My anticipation began to build as the week of M-Fuge neared because I
would finally undergo less work and more play. Or would I?
.....The first night of M-Fuge was introduced to us with music so loud,
our eardrums hurt until the next morning. We learned the focus would be
on physically helping others, witnessing, sharing, and displaying a Christian
example while we worked. Everyone there was enthused about the work to
come. I was amazed that there could be so many "Jesus Freaks"
in one place, and quickly realized what the week's clever theme, "face
to ecaf." was all about. We were surrounded by an atmosphere, a mission,
a way of life away from home that would help us come "face to ecaf"
with Jesus. Yes, life under the focus of Mission Fuge had begun.
The days would wake up "kickin'" with Morning Celebration.
Everyone would go crazy - jumping, shouting, and singing "Jesus"
tunes to loud music. I was nervous when I first walked into Morning Celebration
and wasn't sure how to react. But this feeling soon left as I found myself
turn loose and let go of all fears I had. And I too began to sing, jump,
and shout. In this moment of triumph, something unexpected happened. Wham!
Out of nowhere came a beach ball and socked me in the head. I wanted to
turn around and yell at the person who did it, but no one seemed to care
because they were having too good a time to let it bother them. That's
when I began to realize it - this place wasn't about stress relief and
it wasn't about anger management - it was about yourself. It was to help
you forget the typical reactions we radiate everyday, such as anger and
envy, and instead shine with a positive brightness towards others. Wow!
Everything was starting to make sense. All of a sudden the music seemed
a noise in the distance, the people transformed into a blur, I shed a
silent tear. God's Wonder had surrounded me at that moment, and as I looked
up, not a single person had a dry eye.
....."Emotional" would be the first word I would use to describe
M-Fuge. My Mission group became my "week-long-family" and we
shared our problems and solutions with each other. We sometimes cried
on each other's shoulders, but the majority of our time was spent working
as a team to get our project done. My team's project-building a wheel-chair
ramp for a nursing home with the materials provided-was difficult, since
no one had built a wheel-chair ramp before and it had to stretch over
concrete steps. Nevertheless, we quickly set to work and began building
an extraordinary-looking frame for the ramp. Feverishly we worked each
day in the 100 degree-plus weather, and the nursing home workers were
amazed at our fire to finish our project before week's end. They constantly
praised us and, in turn, we shared the gospel with them and some elderly
.....The power felt at our mission site was amazing, but the power felt
at nightly worship was truly eye-opening. The messages were ones that
changed lives. They weren't boring Sunday sermons, but rather, they involved
stories we could relate to. The stories all tied into Biblical accounts
of Jesus, and one in particular seemed to rip my soul apart. The young
preacher was standing up at the front when he said, "...he walked
to the front of the boat and shouted, 'I'm the king of the WORLD!!' Two
thousand years before that line captivated audiences in the movie, Titanic,
there was a real man-a man who was literally the King. He too walked to
the front of a boat, and spoke "Peace, be still," and the winds
calmed and the sea died down instantly. Yet how did we treat him? With
respect? With adoration? Or with hate and rejection?
The motivation hit me hard as I realized how so many of us claim to be
Christians, yet we don't stand up for our faith and try to make a difference.
This motivated me and my youth group to make a difference in others' lives
by starting a missions program and guiding each other in the right direction.
I shed so many tears that night I thought I would be dehydrated. After
the tears dried though, a determination set in, one that has stayed with
me ever since. Now every month, sometimes every week, I try to give of
myself to those in need. I feel like I've set in motion a habit that will
stay with me forever-helping those who may not find help elsewhere. That's
why I say M-Fuge is the one single event that has most affected me the
past four years.
.....I look back on that week that impacted my life. I think of the people
I met...the fun I had...the lives I touched. I can't relive it, but I
can make a difference by taking a stand for others. I have made a difference.
And, I WILL make a difference by continuing to stand up for my faith and
lending a helping hand to those in need.