Five years ago, I went to camp to be a
technician (female high school volunteer) for the first time. I was
nervous and excited and anxious to prove myself. I worked hard,
learned a lot, and made many new friends. One person, however, stuck
with me the most. It was a boy. I knew his brother from the year
before, and I was automatically drawn to him because of that
connection. He was a hard worker, funny, and someone who obviously
had a passion for Christ. I remember one specific occasion when we
were singing the song We Will Dance.
The words of the chorus go like this: and we will dance on streets
that are golden, the glorious bride and the great Son of Man, and
every tribe and tongue and nation will join in the song of the Lamb.
I was standing in front of this guy, and he was singing these words so passionately; I knew they came from deep within his soul; I knew
he meant them, that he longed for the time when we will dance in
worship and love with our Savior. That moment made an impact on me,
as did many other things about the way he lived his life. I returned
from camp with a mission. I wanted to live my life like he did. I
wanted people to be able to look at me and recognize that the Holy
Spirit is living and at work in my heart and life.
That
guy's name was Josh Schrauger, and a little over a month after I
returned home from camp, I found out that he and his younger brother
had died in a car accident. I was devastated, but as his friends and
family came together in the aftermath, one thing was brought up over
and over again – his passion for Christ, his love for the Lord's
work, his uncomplaining service. It was cemented further that I
wanted to be like him.
On
November seventeenth of that year, Josh's cross and track team put
together a fundraiser for his family, a 5K memorial run. I attended
that year and every year since. This year I can't go. It breaks my
heart that I can't be there, but as I was thinking about it,
something occurred to me that I haven't thought about in awhile. I
was around Josh for a total of two weeks, one of which I hardly ever
interacted with him, so I basically knew him for one week. In seven
days, he made such an impact on my life that I have been changed
forever. I will never
forget Josh Schrauger and how he showed me what living a
Spirit-filled life looks like. It made me ask a question. Do I have
that kind of impact on people? When someone sees me interact in
mundane circumstances, can they tell that I'm more joyful in my tasks
than most? When I sing, do people recognize that I truly mean what
I'm saying? Because I want that. I desire people to be able to know
me for a day and to tell that I am not of this world. “Do not
conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed
by the renewing of your mind.” God, I can't do that on my own, but
I want it. Transform me by Your power. Light me up like a spiritual
Christmas tree so that I shine so brightly that no one will miss the
way Your love and joy show through me.