Summer's here and it's time to go camping!
No thanks, I'll pass. I went camping once - sort of. I slept
in a tent for a few hours. That was the extent of my camping trip
and I vowed never to do it again. That is one promise I've had
no trouble keeping over the last 30 years. I'm not a very
"hardy" soul or an outdoors person. My idea of
roughing it is staying in a hotel that doesn't have a pool or provide
laundry service.
I've never understood how people could enjoy
camping. Why -- if you have a perfectly good, warm, soft bed at
home -- would you want to sleep on the cold, hard ground outside?
Makes no sense to me. And there are actually some people who
will even PAY someone else so that they can leave their cozy
home and modern conveniences (i.e. air conditioning and warm shower) just
so they can cook hotdogs on a stick, cover their bodies with smelly,
cancer-causing insecticide, squeeze an entire family of six into
a one-man, bug-infested tent on a muggy night, and then
lie awake shivering in the rain and swatting pigeon-size, blood-thirsty mosquitoes.
What is wrong with this picture?!
When my son was young, he and my husband once
camped out in our backyard for an "adventure." The
kid made it through half the night, then at about 3 in the morning,
he decided his mom had the right idea. He snuck back into his
bedroom, leaving his dad in the tent. The following night, when the
tent was empty, a bear strolled inside looking for food, apparently.
(My son had left a paper plate in there still smelling of hot dogs.) That
bear tore the tent to pieces trying to find his way out. This
is one more reason I do not camp. I prefer not to share my sleeping
quarters with anything that is hairier than my husband, thank you.
My idea of a vacation is lounging by
the pool at a five star hotel and having room service deliver
breakfast. Better yet, I would adore staying in a Victorian Bed
and Breakfast.
I enjoy being pampered and taking life
easy. That's one reason I'm looking forward to heaven.
I'm almost certain that there are no campgrounds there. And I'm
positive there won't be mosquitoes, snakes, outhouses, or bears.
No one-man tents, vampire bugs, or greasy repellant.
Jesus said, in John 14:2, "In My Father's
house are many mansions; if it were not so,
I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you."
I can handle living in a mansion. Heaven's my kind of place.
I definitely want to go there, and I hope to see
you there!