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Chris paused beside the lake and looked into the clear blue water. Angered by the reflection he saw, he picked up a stone and hurled it into the pond. His image broke into a thousand tiny ripples.

Surprised by this sudden outburst, a startled duck broke from the water and winged its way toward the distant shore. Chris felt better. The calmness of the whole scene had contrasted so greatly with the turbulence in his heart.

"Why is it always like this?" Chris muttered to himself as he slumped to the ground, leaning against a huge rock for support. He wiped the tears, which threatened to overflow his eyes, on the sleeve of his shirt and stared out over the pond, watching the ever-widening circles created by his one small splash.

It was only six weeks ago that Chris had returned home from Bible Class Camp. Chris had been saved at the same camp the year before. He had thought then he would be a strong witness for the Lord in his community when he returned home (Mark 5:18-20). After a few weeks, however, he had slipped back into his old habits and just waited for camp to come around again.

This year Chris had determined, the story would be different. This year he certainly would live a life honouring and glorifying to the Lord. At camp it had seemed it would be so easy. But now it was just like last year. His enthusiasm for spiritual things had lasted only two or three weeks. Then he had slipped right back into the same old rut he had been in before.

Chris knew definitely he was saved. He had assurance of that from the Word of God (I John 5:13). He distinctly remembered the night at camp when he had trusted the Lord Jesus Christ as his Saviour (John 5:24, Acts 16:30-3 1, and Romans 10:9-10).

Chris wished he could be back at camp right now. "Why couldn't a guy just live at camp all year?" he wondered aloud.

A smile began to spread over his face as he reviewed the wonderful times he had had at camp. He remembered crawling out of bed in the mornings, struggling to get dressed, and then hurriedly running out to the area in front of the dining hall for a bit of touch rugby. He remembered the sweaty feeling of playing ball under the hot summer sun, and the fresh feeling after a dip in the lake which followed.

The smile finally stretched its way across his face as he remembered his cabin's disastrous singing attempt at the talent quest.

The chortling of a magpie in the tree beside him brought his thoughts back to the present. The frown returned to his face. Chris thought he might cry but he fought back his tears.

"Camp really seemed to recharge my spiritual battery, but it certainly didn't take long for my spiritual strength to run out," he thought. "Why couldn't things here at home be the same as they were at camp? What made camp such a great spiritual help anyway?"

Then Chris began to answer his own questions. First, there were the great messages which he always looked forward to. He visualized "Uncle Brian" standing at the front of the chapel, simply applying the gospel and the challenge of living the Christian life. It was after one such message he had received the Lord Jesus Christ as his Saviour (John 1:11-13).

"But here at home, the preacher's so boring he almost puts himself to sleep," Chris thought. Then he began to recognise he was being too critical. He felt ashamed as he realised how little attention he usually paid to the messages. "I wonder what would happen if I looked forward to the messages here at home and tried to get as much out of them as I could," he considered.

At camp there were also the devotional times of Bible reading and prayer. "How well have I done since camp?" Chris quizzed himself. He recalled how diligently he had read his Bible and set aside time for prayer when he had first come home. He knew the few verses he was now reading and the hurried minutes he was now spending in prayer, every once in a while, just before signing off for the night, were not enough.

He could still remember his counsellor's advice: "Chris, you must take time each day to read your Bible and pray if you're going to grow as a Christian (I Peter 2:2). When you read the Bible, the Lord speaks to you, and when you pray, you speak to the Lord. Both parts of this two-way communication system are necessary and important for spiritual growth."

Next, Chris's thoughts drifted back to the good times playing sports, planning skits, and just chilling out with the guys at camp. Even when they put some girls in the team, a softball game at camp seemed more fun than a game with the guys here at home. Why?

Chris concluded that it was more fun at camp because the kids there didn't get mad so easily, and there was not the constant swearing and dirty language which was always present in the games here at home.

Part of his problem, Chris knew, was the group of unsaved guys he ran around with. He cringed as he remembered the time he had been too cowardly to refuse a cigarette when everyone else in the group was smoking. He recalled the times he had missed the meetings at church to hang around with the guys (Hebrews 10:25). He was thankful he had been home the time some of his "friends" had been caught shoplifting.

At camp it had seemed it would be so easy to help them and witness to them, but he hadn't even told them he had gone to a Bible-class camp.

He knew he should make a break with these unsaved guys. They were tearing him down spiritually.

Tears came to Chris's eyes again. 'Lord Jesus," he said, "I realise now the problem is not that I'm not at camp, but that I'm not the Christian I should be here at home."

There in the shadow of the rock, as the sun was about to set, Chris renewed his commitment to the Lord. First, he confessed the wrong things he had done since camp. He promised to try with the Lord's help to leave all that alone, and to maintain a close friendship with the Lord. (I John 1:9)

Second, he determined to set aside a time each and every day for Bible reading and prayer.

Third, regardless of the cost, he would break his connection with the unsaved guys he had been running around with. That wouldn't be easy. It would mean ridicule and loneliness, but he would draw his strength from the Lord and look forward to the time when the Lord would give him a close Christian friend his own age.

Finally, he realized he must attend church regularly to take advantage of the Bible teaching as well as the fellowship and sharing with other believers.

Chris knew he must learn to lean on the Lord for the help and strength to accomplish these goals. He knew how miserably he had failed in his own strength. He knew his own efforts couldn't produce any better results in the future (John 15:5, Philippians 4:13, and II Corinthians 12:9).

"It's difficult enough to try to overcome just one of these problems," Chris thought. "What a humungous job it is when you group them all together."

Nothing is easy though, he decided. He thought of his neighbours, Emma and Debbie, who had gone to a ISCF Cycle Camp last summer. They hadn't learned everything about cycling at that camp. He groaned as he thought of the many hours since then they had spent on their bikes riding up hill and down dale, in heavy rain, sizzling sun and missing out on some of the other things they enjoyed doing. But they finally made the regional team.

Wasn't living for Jesus Christ worth even more effort?

The sun dipped behind the hills, painting the clouds brilliant shades of pink and purple. Chris started toward home, thinking of the big job which lay ahead. Suddenly Hebrews 13:6 came to mind. It was one of Uncle Brian's favourite verses and one of the memory verses at camp. "So we say with confidence, 'The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?"

(This article has been adapted for NZ use from an on-line tract (one of many) to be found at Lifehouse Tracts.