a surrender - 68

(Continuing "a surrender", chapter nine, "God doesn't need our help") 

That seemed like the best decision, from a practical point of view, but it didn’t look good for Heather and Ian and me. The campground was well established and very professional. If we wanted to stay on, we would have to be hired by them. And it didn’t seem at all likely that the camp’s organizational structure would accommodate our unusual lifestyle. It seemed almost certain that we would have to go.

But I had no idea where we could go. In the weeks that followed, while we waited for the final agreement with the campground, many ideas tumbled around in my head. But none of them inspired much hope. Our time was running out.

Then, two days before the paperwork was supposed to be signed, there was an unexpected announcement. The governing board of the campground had voted unanimously to not accept the farm property. Apparently the camp did not have the personnel or resources to take on the new property. It seemed that the camp director, who had made the proposal, had been acting on his own, without the support of the board. So the campground would not be taking over after all.

That set off a two-day scramble in the community. They thought the decision had been made, but now there was no one to take the land. There were frantic discussions. Then another announcement. Now the property would be given to a local church group, who wanted to start an educational farm.

We were stunned. That changed everything for us. Some of the local church leaders were friends of ours. And this wasn’t an established organization, so they might be flexible enough for us to fit in. As a church group, they might even be open to us continuing our retreats on the farm. It took several weeks before we would know for sure, and I sweated quite a bit during those days because we felt so helpless. We were grateful that one of the church leaders, our friend Dennis, often offered us words of support and reassurance. Then finally it was settled. We could stay. It turned out that we were the only family that did stay. The new owners were happy to have our experience with the farm, and all the skills that we had learned in our years working here. And we could keep doing our retreats, as well as helping them develop new retreat ideas. We would be “resident volunteers.” This was basically what we had been previously. We could choose the projects that we worked on and didn’t have to pay for our housing. Later I learned that this arrangement had been chosen, in those early days of planning, primarily for its ease and simplicity. But for us, it was a perfect fit.

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