God Was Here
As a child, I attended Camp Lylewood every year for church camp. It was a glorious time of adventure and excitement as every church camp should be. The boys’ cabins were on one side of the property, so as to separate boys from girls. (Though this measure never stopped the boys from using a massive slingshot to launch water balloons at the girls). Inside the cabins were rows of bunkbeds. Inevitably, the underside of each upper bunk bore the name of some boy who had been there before. Carved, etched, or drawn in the wood comprising the bedframe were names of boys who had enjoyed camp and who desired to let others know that they had been there and that they had left their mark on this place. So, they proudly scrawled Tom, Danny, or John "was here." Genesis 2 is one of my favorite passages of Scripture. In it we read how God "formed man out of the dust of the earth" (2:7). The imagery here is that of God rolling up His sleeves and getting His hands dirty as