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Climbing Revelation PDF Print E-mail
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Monday, 14 December 2009

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"Belay on?"      
“Belay is on.”      
“Ready to climb?” Uncle Linc ambled over to check my climbing harness and knots. Satisfied, MK camp's rock climbing instructor answered me.      
“Climb when ready.”      
“Climbing.”      
“Climb on.”


I stood before the 45 foot wall of yellow-gray stone with my knees shaking from exhaustion after three failed attempts to conquer the unforgiving cliff. Behind me the ruins of an old mill stood, covered with ivy, and an old dam blocked the Kupa river, the border between Croatia and Slovenia. I could hear the wind rustling the leaves on the trees and the water rushing over the dam. Uncle Linc and I had just gone through the procedure which made sure of my security to the climbing harness and rope before I started to climb. If I fell from the middle of the wall as I had the three previous tries and Uncle Linc could not catch me, a horrible disaster would occur. This is my last chance until next year, I thought, and then looked up again at the wall. I was determined to make the climb, although my tiredness dimmed my resolution. The rock wall felt cool as I pressed my hands against it, a welcome change from the smothering heat of the August day.   

    
I set my hands into the cleft in the wall that I knew so well from my various previous climbs. I had attempted to climb the wall many times before today, but I had never succeeded. The semi-sharp rock jutting out from the cliff felt hard, cold, and even a little wet because of the sweat on my hands. Mechanically I wedged my foot into the crack, moving my hands first and then my feet as I moved up the cliff. It was essential to scale this part of the wall quickly, otherwise I wouldn't have strength for the hardest section of the climb. When I reached a small platform where I could rest, I knew I couldn't hold on any longer. The rock which had seemed so firm and solid at the beginning of the climb started to escape what I thought was a firm grasp.  “I don't think I can make it,” I said. “I'm too tired.”    

 
“Just try. If you fall, I'll catch you,” Uncle Linc told me. Okay... I guess I'll keep trying. I thought. I knew Uncle Linc would catch me, but unlike some of my friends, I did not like falling from 20 feet in the air even when I knew I was safe.  As I placed my hand into the hole, the smooth surface of the under cling brought pictures of other climbers slipping and falling from the cliff to my mind. Maybe I can do this, I thought, but I have to make my move soon. I had seen several campers fall from Revelation because they hesitated too long on this step. Looking down to make sure of my footing, I gradually extended my other hand over to the ledge. Slowly, slowly... I grasped the hold firmly as soon as I could reach it. My arms stretched across the wall to their full length, and I knew I had to move my feet soon. The three failed attempts before this one had worn me out, but ever so slowly I eased my left foot off the natural rock platform with small tufts of grass growing on it and ever so slowly lifted it to brace myself against the wall. The rough rock surface would stick to my climbing shoe if I put all my weight on it.   

    
Now came the hard part. I had to stand on my foot “smeared”  on the wall only two or three feet below my left hand, pull with my left hand, and reach with my right further up the crevice that served as a handhold. I had never been good at smearing, at pressing my whole foot flat on the wall instead of standing on a ledge. I took a deep breath and then put all my weight on my left foot to stand. It held, contrary to my expectations of slipping and falling: never before had I come this far! Maybe I can actually be the second girl ever to climb Revelation, I thought again. My breath came in short gasps as I stood up, and surprisingly my foot stayed firm! I stretched out my right hand to grab the crevice and found it, groping to secure a firm handhold. My left hand moved up the crack and my right foot found the place it had held to stand on. I moved my left foot up next to my right, all the while “walking” my arms up the cleft, and finally I stood on the ledge after successfully climbing the hardest step of the hardest rock climbing route available at MK camp! Birds chirped cheerfully around me, echoing my joyful reverie. The air gently and coolly whispered on my sweaty face, blowing my hair under the dirty white rock climbing helmet. The plants growing on the ledge I stood on smelled green and wholesome. Nothing existed at that moment to dim my happiness but my own tiredness. My first blithesome thought consisted of three words: I'm almost there! My second came with a sinking feeling: I can't hold on much longer.    

    
The easiest and final stage of my journey stood before me, but could my weary arms and legs take the strain? I needed to find out.  After standing on the narrow ledge for a moment, I started to ascend the cliff once again. Move my hands, move my feet. Thank you, God, for helping me climb this far. Slowly I made my way up the giant wall of stone until I stood at the top and touched the carabiner that held my lifeline in place. I had finished my quest! I made it! I made it! The joyful thought exploded in my brain over and over again. I really made it! I leaned back into the rope to look over the trees towards the Kupa river and see Slovenia on the other side of the rushing water. No sight could have refreshed me more than the cool, flowing water and green, bushy trees from the top of Revelation. The knowledge that I had achieved my goal backed the marvelous spectacle and made the view all the more wonderful.    

   
Despite the beauty of the view, I had to come down sometime. Reluctantly I released the rope and braced my legs, ready to descend. I sat back in the harness, allowing my feet to gently bounce off the wall as I descended, and upon reaching the foot of the cliff I nearly collapsed. After letting Uncle Linc untie my knots I walked down the makeshift wooden log stairs of the dirt path from the climbing platform to the van, tired but satisfied. At the start of the climb I didn't believe I could make it, but I kept on going. I thought myself too tired, but I climbed on and succeeded. I am so glad I kept on climbing in spite of my fatigue. I learned a lesson in perseverance that day, a lesson I don't think I will ever forget.    


 

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Thoughts of Camp PDF Print E-mail
Written by Lydia Nelson   
Thursday, 10 December 2009

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Our family has always had a passion for camping; the fact that we serve at a sports and Bible camp in Croatia might point back to that passion. Dad used to say about trips to the Boundary Waters in northern Minnesota, "As soon as they can walk, they can go camping." At the esteemed ages of two and four my sister Ellie and I experienced our first annual Boundary Waters trip. These camping trips provided a time of rest, laughter, and peace, as well as helping us to draw nearer to our family and see more of God's wonderful creation. In Croatia we have a substitute for these camping trips since we can't fly back to the States each year just to go camping. We have found another unique place of nature, rest, tranquility, and friendship here. Although not the same as the Boundary Waters, the peacefulness, relaxation, and fun at camp in Severin na Kupi formulate an ideal place for making and renewing friendships as well as offering a way to "... spend time away from the routine of daily life in order to hear and obey the truth of God's word," quoted from SEND International Croatia.

    As I walk down the meandering village road that leads to camp the noises of car horns and loud engines fade into the background, replaced by the more relaxing sounds of buzzing bees and twittering birds. The peacefulness of camp begins to draw me in as I walk towards my destination. Now the sand volleyball pit at the bottom of a hill of beautiful wildflowers and fresh green grass appears, inviting me to run down the hill and squish my toes in the wet sand. A set of makeshift stairs rises from the pit to the green grass area in front of the DPB (Društva Prijatelja Biblija) kuća, an old house that contains the kitchen, dining room, bedrooms, and meeting room for the entire camp. A double set of aged cement stairs with a rickety railing stands in front of the house, the front entrance preceded by a small porch. Behind the house a sturdy wooden frame stands silently; laughing kids surrounded by their friends swing leisurely on the three red plastic seats suspended from the frame. The morning dew still glints on the fresh green grass, and presently more teenagers join the group around the swings after doing their morning devotions in the peace and quiet of God's creation. A climbing wall about nine feet tall and twelve feet wide dominates the space at the back of the house, shielded from rain and heat by a pale red tile roof. On the right side of the house an old wooden door sits rooted into the basement wall, the passageway from outside into the dining room. I can see an old ropes course, a vivid green field used for archery, and numerous forested hills as I stand in the doorway. These silent, unperturbed reminders of God's magnificence make camp an enjoyable place to spend the summer.
   
    Besides its peacefulness, camp offers a place to grow in my faith and in my walk with God. I have found that morning supplies the best time for devotions. In addition to the small group devotions  with my room later in the morning, I enjoy doing private devotions before the day starts. At about 7:30 I grab my pink Bible and my notebook and walk quietly down the hall, through the small area with two couches that will invariably serve the purpose of seating card-playing teenagers later in the day, down the stairs, and out the back door. Even now a few of my friends stand talking around the swings, but I walk down the worn brick path, under the climbing wall roof, and across the still-wet grass to the bonfire area. There I can sit on a wooden bench, read my Bible, and watch the sun come up over the hills of Slovenia. I might read the verses we studied last night at the meeting and look at my notes from whoever spoke.  The splendor of the forested hills by camp, the clear blue sky, the sound of birds chirping, and the feel of the springy green grass under my bare feet helps me to relax and center my thoughts on God. I can worship him here without distraction and pour out my heart to him, praising him for his majesty and power. At camp I can focus on what God has made and think about the wonderful things he has done for me. The serenity of the morning, the laughter in the daytime, and the beauty of the evening make a perfect atmosphere for thinking about our creator, God.
   
    Friendship and fun envelop me at camp, while two friends and experiences in particular stand out to me. On the first day of camp last year I met a girl with the same first name as me, Lydia, and we hung out together for the rest of the week.  We roomed in the Blue Room and discovered that we shared many common interests. I met other friends last year as well, but my friendship with Lydie, as we nicknamed her to avoid confusion, will forever stand out to me as something special. I will always remember the last night we had at camp together. Sitting in the wet grass and looking up at the sky, we surveyed it for any groups of stars that looked like animals. We talked about one group of stars for a long time, thinking up an absurd animal to go with it. The wonder of camp consists of memories like this, at least for me. Hanna Szymczak, whom  I met on the last day of camp, provides another of these vivid memories. We went to the evening meeting together, and afterwards we went outside to do the special activity that always happens on the last night of camp. The speaker for each evening meeting stayed at a station with verses posted on the wall. Campers could freely sit down, pray, and think. Hanna and I took longer than normal doing this, and later when everyone else had gone to sit by the bonfire we sat on the swings and talked. The more we shared about ourselves, the more we found out how much we resembled each other. We must have talked for more than a half hour, because when we finally came over to the bonfire we found that it had ended. We had even missed the s'mores. This might sound like a bad memory, but not for me. I had made a friend, something definitely much more important to do than eat s'mores.      

    This poem by Henry Van Dyke, an American author and clergyman, perfectly expresses the way I feel about camp:          

Every house where love abides          

And friendship is a guest,          

Is surely home, and home sweet home          

For there the heart can rest.


This poem flawlessly describes the DPB kuća . Love abides there in that many campers that come to camp love God, and in loving God I believe that we cannot help ourselves in loving others. I have never seen someone truly alone at the end of camp; by then everyone always has a friend. Our foreignness and differentness in the countries we live in draws us together and strengthens our friendships afterwards. As it says in the poem, at camp we can rest even if we do sports all day. We can hang out with kids our age and do what we like to do; we can learn about God and see first-hand his marvelous creation. We can forget about obligations and troubles back home in the city to focus on more important things such as our relationships with God. Camp presents a place that draws me nearer to my friends and to God; it supplies a place of faith, fun, and friendship. Camp at Severin na Kupi truly provides a place where my heart can find rest.

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Pictures of me PDF Print E-mail
Written by Lydia Nelson   
Friday, 21 November 2008

Here are two recent pictures of me -

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Written by Lydia Nelson   
Friday, 21 November 2008

So... What's new with me? Well, I am 13 now, which is cool... I have decided that I definitely want to be a writer when I grow up, that a while ago. Um... Since my last article Frodo has gotten another haircut, and he looks much better. Last time he was actually cut like a Bichon, and this time he really is cut like a poodle. When our grandparents came we went to Italy, which was really fun. Some new things that I've been doing are...

              I started archery for this season a while ago, and I am liking it alot more. I think that I have also gotten better at it. Smile I really like doing it, and I am really glad I started it last year.

              I am playing my violin (fiddle) and singing in a Christmas musical here. I am really excited about that, I think it will be really fun. I am singing in the choir, dancing with a group of girls, and playing my violin as a "street musician" in the acting part with another girl playing violin, her dad playing the banjo, and Ellie and two of her friends doing a dance we made up. I think that that will be really neat to do.

            

             So, that's all for now!

 

~Lydia Smile

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Just an Article PDF Print E-mail
Written by Lydia Nelson   
Tuesday, 02 September 2008

I was just looking at the website and I realized that I hadn't written anything lately! So, I'll just write a short update about what I've been doing. I'll write it as a list, with ten things so I won't get too off subject.

1. This summer has been really busy. I've been gone for three weeks at camp, for two MK camps and dtafff training, and one week of English Bible Sports camp. I was also gone for a week in Bulgaria for our annual conference, and after that we spent a week in Zadar on the croatian coast. 

2. I'm not sure I'll get ten things on this list, but I'll try. Another thing I've been doing since we got back was taking our dog frodo out for walks and playing with him. Yesterday he got a new haircut and now he looks like a sissy, but he's still cute. the vet gave him a poodle haircut, so he has fur about an inch long on his body, two inches on the top of his head (it looks like he has an afro) and about three inches on his tail. I guess I'll get used to it.....

3. When I take Frodo on walks, we meet alot of people. Today we met an old lady who told us that he is "unusually pretty" There is also a girl that Frodo and I play with alot. She is 9 years old and has a black poodly type of dog named Rocky. While Frodo and Rocky play, she talks in Croatian, and I am finding that I understand mostly all of it, and am able to talk a little back to her, too, which is exciting.

 4. School started last week, so that is going on now, even though I don't have all the subjects. It takes ne a while do do, however, and I'm not looking forward to getting the rest, although I'll bear with it since...

 5. Our grandparents are coming! They get here tommorrow (is that how you spell it? Croatian is spelled how it sounds, and I'm losing my English spelling) and they are bringing the rest of our school. They get to stay for 2 weeks, nad we are going to have ALOT of fun together, I'm sure! How am I going to get through school tommorrow!Surprised

 

6. Hmmm.. let me think.What have I been doing? I think that these five are enough, I really don't need ten things, but I'll try to keep my articles up to date from now on. Well, that's all!

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