Ten Years
Ten years ago I returned from a summer in Yaounde, Cameroon.
There are several crazy aspects to that statement.
- I am old enough to have strong memories from a decade ago.
- I spent a summer in West Africa…. when I was 21.
- I had never met anybody that I traveled with.
- The impact of that summer and that team…. but I am getting ahead of myself.
So how in the world did I end up in Cameroon? Throughout college, I had gotten more and more connected with Cru, and after an incredible time at the winter conference, applied for, and was accepted to join one of their summer trips. I remember the directors of our trip asking us to pray for unity (this was before I knew that the team was 13 students from 12 universities).
As far as the summer goes, you can read more about the struggles of it here and some of the amazing Jesus and community moments here.
Those six weeks in Cameroon were fertile soil for me to grow. It opened my eyes and mind to a bigger understanding of the world, my faith, and community. The students and staff I met in Cameroon possessed so much joy and passion. And, despite my tendency to rush and “be on time,” I fell in love with a place where it was the norm to be present with people and conversations.
The other Americans that were on that team.. became some dear friends. I hesitated in calling them as such, but there is definite truth to that naming. Near the end of the trip one of my teammates shared that “God has placed us together for a specific reason — that the times, stories, and experiences we share are beneficial for each other.” Could we make sense of knowing each other for just six weeks and the work God did in, through and around us? At the end of our summer, none of us knew how much, or even if, we would see each other.
But we did. Several of us made a trip to meet up at music festival that fall. One of the guys did a long distance study of 1&2 Timothy with me. And small groups of us ended up at the same fall and winter retreats for Cru throughout college.
Honestly, it would make sense if that was where the connections ended. We shared a great summer, and luckily met up at some retreats during college. But some ties run thick. As teammates got married, wedding invites came and meet ups happened. When our five year anniversary came, a group of us got together. As life twisted and turned, I ended up in Minneapolis at the same time that two of my teammates were living in the Twin Cities as well!
And earlier this year, we shared the most recent wedding. A conveniently timed way for us to gather for a ten year anniversary of sorts. It still boggles my mind that we could reconnect so easily. Not just sharing stories from Cameroon, but getting into the joys and pains that come with being adults. Maybe the base of authenticity solidifies over time.
I don’t want to get overly sentimental. But goodness, those teammates, the people I met in Cameroon are great. Know that I love you plenty. Be African Always. Take a moment to remember that summer. And may we all strive to cultivate authentic friendships.
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Because, you can only take the best photos with the best people.