Sunday, August 26, 2012

Green Lake Writers Conference Recap

Dear friends, I am not writing you a new command but an old one, which you have had since the beginning. This old command is the message you have heard. 1 John 2:7

Here I am sharing my devotion Wednesday night. I will probably post that here next week.

Yet I am writing you a new command; its truth is seen in him and in you, because the darkness is passing and the true light is already shining. 1 John 2:8 

The members of my workshop. Myself, Jean, Mary, Jean and Rita in the back row. Eleanor (who turns 88 next month), Darlene and Barb in the front row.

I am writing to you, dear children, because your sins have been forgiven on account of his name. 1 John 2:12 

Our instructor Mary Pierce really liked the gift we got her. Mary is a wonderful teacher, writer, counselor and friend.
 And now, dear lady, I am not writing you a new command but one we have had from the beginning. I ask that we love one another. 2 John 1:5

This is a view just outside of our hotel at the conference center. That's Judson Tower, which I climbed one day. It wasn't the 120 stairs that got to me, it was the circular staircase within a cement tomb which almost shattered this claustrophobic's resolve. 
John seemed to do a lot of writing. He was called from God. I'd like to think that I am too.  

This log cabin was built in 1840 and is the oldest structure on the grounds of Green Lake Conference Center.
And now I suppose I have started something.
The Writers Feet.
I don't know sometimes what is in my head, but I guess you can at least see what's on my feet.


Denise said...

If you ever get to Rome, I will just warn you, the climb to the top of St Peters dome is a very tiny enclosed circular stairway. Just might want to pass.
I drive past this place quite often, are the grounds open to anyone??

Chris Loehmer Kincaid said...

Denise, as I told the group while I was giving my devotion, we used to drive through the grounds of the Green Lake Conference Center when I was a kid as my mom had a cousin who lived in Green Lake. But the cousin always told us in hushed whispers that the Center was owned by the Baptists so we couldn't stop. Come to find out the Baptists don't really care who stops and looks around. They have a marina and a beach and a gift shop and lots of trails through the woods. I always thought it would be a cool place to have a WSMA conference, but I think it might be too pricey.

And when I really have to do something like climb winding stairs in an enclosed space I can keep myself focused on the task and not hyperventilate.