July 1–Oh! What a Difference!

Today is going to be a very special, very meaningful day for me. I get to go back, for the first time, to minister to—and with—the Counselors and Staff at the Christian camp where I first accepted Jesus as my Savior. I’ll be doing, first, a session on Leading a Child to Christ in the afternoon and, then, in the evening I’ll be speaking at the Counselor and Staff Commissioning Service.

Thank You, my ABBA, for this humbling and beautiful privilege!

Forty-two years ago when I was seven (yes, that currently makes me forty-nine for all you math whizzes in blog-cyberspace—FIFTY in December!), my parents sent me and all four of my siblings (all of us born within five years from oldest to youngest!) to a camp for one week. They needed a break. I don’t think it really mattered much to my parents what camp would take us.

But! It mattered very much to our God.

For just one short week back in 1967 I attended Ontario Bible Camp in Oswego, NY. And through the faithful servant hearts of the OBC staff, and especially through the Camp Chaplain’s clear, powerful and loving sharing of God’s grace and truth through God’s Word, Jesus became my Savior. Oh! What a difference a moment…a day…a week—orchestrated by the loving heart of our God—can make in a life!

For God so loved the world that He gave His One and Only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16

Jesus entered my life with His passionate love for me and His eternal salvation. I knew, then, that no matter what the hands of others would do to me, I was still held in God’s perfect, loving, strong, good hands.

Thank you, ALL of you, who have served over the years at OBC—or in any form of ministry, formal or informal—to share with others the grace and truth of our Lord Jesus Christ, His salvation, His transformation and His outrageous, unfailing love!

Your seemingly small act of service in the Name of Jesus, the Name that is above ALL names—ABOVE the names of abuse, incest, rape, fear, brokenness, hate, anger, my own sins, the evil I have done and the evil done to me—has made ALL the difference in my life! For all eternity!

Before I left OBC I was given a Bible.  And it was—and is—only through God’s intervening love, God’s living and active Word and God’s intimately present Spirit that my life has been completely healed and transformed—from a broken, abused child to a mighty woman-child of our Sovereign God!

Yes, today is going to be a special, very meaningful day for me at OBC! Thank you, JESUS! It is All from you and it is ALL for you!

May we ALL seek to let Jesus use us to touch at least one life for Him! Oh! What a difference a moment…a day…a week—orchestrated by the loving heart of our God—can make in a life! Amen!

In love, peace and purposeful passion,                                                               Sylane

3 thoughts on “July 1–Oh! What a Difference!

  1. What an amazing opportunity for you to speak, teach and impart in the place where life really began for you. I also entered into a relationship with Christ at a summer camp. It was Camp Crestridge in N. Carolina when I was about 12 years old. I went with a friend and it was life-changing!

  2. Sylane,

    Thank you so much for coming and sharing your story with us, and for helping us to train the next generation of counselors at OBC. You were such a blessing to us all. What an instant connection we had, it was as if you were every camper who has ever come to camp. We as a staff are praying for you and thanking God for you!

    Hidden in Christ,

  3. Sylane: God,thru you, changed my life as you spoke at the commissioning service @ OBC a long month ago. Everyday I either told someone your testimony of Victory in Jesus or thought and prayed for you…incredible. I wanted to speak with you but others were in line and i was impatient. As a fixture @ OBC for the last 30 years, what you said made everything gel for me. I work the waterfront, the pool, have been the lifeguard/wsi with my kids and now their gone, i’m still here. Children are my thing, when i see their hurt, i seem to hurt also. The minute you began to talk i started weeping, something in me really knew you had some deep truth to bring…a rare occasion in Christian circles. So much to share, but don’t want the world to read my full comments. I’d like to speak alone with you somehow, either verbally or computer. Your sabbatical is what keeps me from calling, but in September maybe we could connect somehow. Thanks for reading this…Sallye Glennen

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