From the Archives... Crowlijah

A cool story for you to hear or share: The other day, when I was leading the hiking option for the Junior campers, we were heading out along Tent Mountain Road up towards the waterfall on Crowsnest Creek just north of the Ptolemy Fields campsite where Kat & Dustin got married last Fall. We left at about 2 in the afternoon with piles of water, but as the hike progressed, the sun beat down hotter & hotter. We had almost completely run out of water before we had gotten to the waterfall, and my counsellors were getting a bit anxious about the 2 litres of water we had left for the hike back to sufficiently hydrate the 27 campers and ourselves. There was thought about taking the water from the creek, but as we approached the falls, the water smelled rancid & there was a brown foam coating the surface of much of the water. It seemed that we might have had a crisis on our hands. God is good though. He told me that we wouldn't have to worry & that we shouldn't take any water out of the creek. Instead, he told me to pray. So I did. I prayed that He would provide water for the whole group & that he would do what he did for the widow Elijah visited—that the jars would not run dry. After praying with/over the group, we headed out back down the road towards camp. The temperature was still around 28 C. and not a cloud was to be seen in the sky. With the sun beating down on us like it did on the way out, there was no way that the 2 litres of water would last or supply the whole group [we had drank 32 litres as a group on the way out, just to give you a better picture :) ]. Then, halfway back to camp, some clouds started to move in from the west: high, light clouds. As they moved in, they stopped right overtop of us, shading the group from the intense sun, and as the day continued onwards, the clouds spread out into a light overcast haze. We got back to the playing field at camp right before supper started, and I told the group to gather around & take out their water bottles. All the bottles were placed in a big pile, with the majority of them being empty, but with a handful of them still having water in them. Taking the bottles that had water in them, we looked at it and saw that there was still a decent amount of water left after the hike, something like a litre of water. I am certain that the group as a whole drank more than one litre of water on the way back, but we still seemed to have water left—almost as if the water bottles didn't run dry or something. We poured out the water onto the ground & I told the kids that that was God, that He would provide everything that we needed & that He would do it abundantly, with stuff left over in the end. And that is exactly what He did.

Cool story, no? God still accomplishes miracles today.