Teen Camp 2025: When God Moved in the Big and Small

Some weeks feel ordinary. Others feel eternal.
Teen Camp 2025 was the kind of week that rewrites stories, softens hearts, and marks lives forever.

🔥 Night One: A Holy Hunger

We started camp with a BANG—worship wasn’t just loud, it was alive. You could tell our students came ready for more than just fun and games—they came hungry for God. And He didn’t disappoint.

That first night, I knelt beside a student sobbing, heartbroken over her sister who doesn’t know Jesus. She prayed through tears, pleading for salvation on her sister’s behalf. I found myself praying just as hard, asking God to not only hear her cries but to use her as the light that leads her sister home. Oh, that we would all carry that same burden for the lost.

💔 Tuesday: An “Almost” That Shook Me

On Tuesday night, something happened that I’ll never forget. A student came forward during worship. When I asked why, I got a shrug. So I asked more—“Do you know for sure you’re saved?” A quiet headshake. “Would you like to talk more or make that decision?” Another “no.”

So I prayed. And they walked away.

My heart ached. I’ve never experienced someone stepping forward physically, but not spiritually. They were so close. And that moment stirred something deep in me—I haven’t stopped praying for that student since.

🙌 Wednesday: Answered Prayers in Motion

Then came Wednesday night—a wave of surrender unlike anything I’ve witnessed. One after another, students stepped forward, responding to God’s call. Some were called to salvation, some to ministry, and others to simply go deeper.

For me, it was watching prayers—years of prayers—walk to the front of the room. I sat weeping, not out of sadness, but overwhelmed by the goodness of God.

🙏 Morning Prayer: A Leader’s Reset

Something we began last year for the adults is a quiet morning prayer time in the worship center before our leader meetings. Just us, walking among the chairs, praying for the students who will sit in them, surrendering our own hearts to the day ahead.

As someone who used to skip the early sessions (I’m not a morning person), this changed everything for me. Since adding morning prayer, I haven’t missed a single meeting. The stillness, the unity, the deep cry for God to move—it grounds us.

🌅 Sunrise Worship by the Lake

One morning, something incredible happened. A group of teens from several churches decided to do sunrise worship by the lake. While it ended up being closer to 7am than sunrise, I couldn’t resist tagging along.

What I found was sacred:
Students worshiping quietly on the shore.
Teen boys and their leader sitting on the dock doing devotions.
And a stillness that felt like holy fire.

Sleep will never matter more than moments like that.

A Week to Remember, A Savior to Pursue

God moved in the big altar calls and the quiet lakeside devotions. He stirred hearts in morning prayers and late-night conversations. He called, He healed, and He spoke.

And we will never be the same.