“The Lord sure allowed for a lot of Feast Days/Weeks,” I thought as I read the OT laws and other outdated activities He established for pleasure. How could the people take four or five weeks away from home to travel, make sacrifices, eat, worship, and just have fun? I was reminded of my teen years when a week of “camp meeting” was the highlight of my year. God just wants to be the star and He knows how to have fun without sin! With that in mind, I am doing a cut and paste from Nov. 2016, called Early Morning Campmeeting. This camp was in Woodland Park, Colo. Happened each summer for about forty years – 1940’s through ’80s, maybe.

Early morning saints are bundled up near six o’clock to go to the tabernacle which is heated only by a large wood burning stove on this July day in the 1940’s.     Each of my family are just beginning to stir at that early hour.  Nine year old brother asleep in the loft; Daddy just put the baby in his nice warm place beside mom; outside by the cabin Lil Gram is in the tent with me.  She stirs because she wanted to get up for that early service.  I roll over to catch some of her warmth but don’t plan to get out of bed yet.  I hesitate to get up but I know it will get too cold in the pallet when she goes.

Inside daddy has a fire going in the small wood stove.  He has the coffee percolator on one of the two stove lids.  The lid lever is in the indented hole in the other lid so he can lift that lid to add more kindling. The percolator is small since he and Lil Gram are the only coffee drinkers.

My body signals a call for me to climb out of bed, don a robe and go to the women’s outhouse.  A miserable way to start the day.  But water, cool and refreshing, from the tin cup in the family’s water bucket sends an inviting signal to run into the cabin. I quickly choose clothes for the day.  But hold on a bit, I’m not anxious to come out of the warmed robe.  We drape cold clothes over a chair by the fire to make them more accommodating.

The seven o’clock bell peals three rings signaling that breakfast is ready. We hurry but find the line has filled the building and has already reached the outside.  Not too bad though as we find neighbors and friends to chat with.  The Bible says the first shall be last and I consider that must be true, but not very fair, as I see the early morning worshipers coming to stand last in line!  If God were fair wouldn’t he reward them by making them first in line!  So percolates thoughts in my eleven-year-old head.  I find even grown-ups sometimes judge God by such measures!

And just think, God planned for the Israelites to do this kind of thing four or five times a year! I think God called for “unleavened” bread for all these times. Leaven signifies sin. So no sinning. Sin brings bad consequences! Let’s be holy in our pleasures.


About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. capost2k says:

    I like that: God knows how to have fun without sin!
    A wise traveling man once told me going to bed in clean crisp sheets every night on the road was the highlight of his traveling, more than the meetings he led.
    Dirt can be fun for a short time, but there is something much more satisfying with CLEAN. 😉
    ❤️&🙏, c.a.

  2. I’m not sure it was always this way, but Sunday is my favorite day of the week. Sunday school (interactive Bible study), worship (congregational singing with others who love to sing to the Lord – in 4-part harmony!) a great message, fellowship, and back in the evening to pray for one another and share answers to prayer. When someone asks what we (Christians) do for fun, I just smile. 😏

    • oneta hayes says:

      I understand the smile. Sounds like you are in a church that meets your needs. That’s good. The give and take in a Christian body contributes to a healthy Body of Christ. I don’t think I know of any church who does 4-part harmony anymore. Country gospel style was mostly what I was raised on. That was fun. Do you know Everybody Will Be Happy? That kind of singing is so much fun. Again I think God wants us to have fun. I have no problem with holy fun in church.

  3. ropheka says:

    I kinda miss those old wooden stoves

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