Most people know that the first night of camp is not the ideal time to pull pranks. It’s predictable so there’s little element of surprise or effect. Sean either didn’t know this or was just anxious to get the ball rolling. Whatever the case, that week of camp got off to what could have been a disastrous start. Sean was one of my more adventurous, lucky-to-have-a-high-grace-capacity leader, and yet very-fun-to-be-around cabin guys. His prank weapon of choice this year was an air horn.
After evening chapel when everybody was back in their cabins, the camp staff was quieting campers down by loudly barking commands though heavy-duty megaphones which would be the envy of any S.W.A.T. team trying to end a hostage-involved, bloody bank heist. Listening from inside the cabin, gave me the feeling of being in an episode of Hogan’s Heroes. I imagined inept guards crisscrossing a barbed-wire-enclosed camp ready with spotlights, dogs and military rifles to take out any camper daring to venture out for one last trip to the latrine before bed.
With the megaphone mantra demanding quiet now itself quieted, calm blanked the camp like a magical sound-absorbing fog. Camp was now in a peaceful state of certain hibernation for the night. I rejoiced at the return of silence. Shouts of the staff were now reduced to the quiet retreat of camp staff footsteps heading into the night for a long and much-needed rest. Yawn. Life is good again. Good night all.
At this point, Sean, who I love dearly and slept in the bunk above me, blasted his wake-the-dead grade air horn out the open window into the perfectly quiet camp. An instant coup of laughing and shouting overthrew the kingdom of silence which had a brief reign over the land. The camp was resurrected into a flurry of excitement and It was funny, loud and life-giving to an otherwise tired end of a great day. I was dutifully ticked – more than anything because it was my job to be.
In truth, I thought it was pretty funny because of how amazingly loud the blast of noise reverberated through the hills of an otherwise tranquil camp ground. I, however, had to keep a straight face as I scolded Sean for sending the camp into an uproar as we were supposed to be settled down for the night.
Unfortunately for Sean, there was a lingering member of camp staff lurking outside our cabin when his horn blasted. Quicker than a senior pastor racing to a buffet table, said camp staffer exploded through the door like a Tomahawk missile paying a visit to an Al Qaeda hideout and began screaming in Sean’s face like a drill sergeant whose private failed to make it over a wall three times in a row. He was ready to rip Sean from his bunk, throw him outside and introduce him to the camp’s version of boot camp for those who misbehave.
As a side note: during the 3 or 4 years we took our students to this camp, I always felt they were more concerned about the students keeping the rules than they were about genuine life-change. While I’m positive this isn’t true, they didn’t do a good job of giving a we-care-about-you-as-a-person impression.
As disruptive as this prank was, I wasn’t going to let a member of the camp’s staff ruin Sean’s week over this indiscretion. However, I wasn’t going to disrespect the camp staffer in front of the students. The option I chose turned out to be a great lesson in how to cool down a situation in a way that allowed everybody’s egos to stay in tact, but still deal effectively with the offense.
I said to Camp Staffer Steve, “Before you take him out and do whatever you’re going to do, tell us a little about yourself. I don’t want my students to think you’re only here to beat them over their heads with the rules. I know working at this camp is a ministry of yours. Tell us about that. Where do you come from? What brought you here? How is this a ministry for you?”
Notice I didn’t say he couldn’t take Sean, but I knew if I gave him time to cool down, he wouldn’t do anything to him. (It was an educated guess – I wasn’t positive about this)
Steve’s whole demeanor changed. He told us he was a college student serving for his third summer at the camp. He passionately explained his heart for ministry. My guys asked him questions and we had a great 20-minute conversation. What was a diversionary tactic on my part turned into a great connection between him and my campers.
At the end of the conversation, Steve looked at Sean and said, “Listen, I’m not going to take you outside. Just understand that we’re trying to keep the camp quiet so everybody will have a good night’s rest. Our days are packed with activities. If campers don’t get rest, they can’t enjoy all we have for them during the day. Please help us out by being quiet when we ask. I’m going to take your air horn. You might get it back at the end of the week.”
Crisis averted. Sean had a great week. He learned his lesson (sort of). Steve came back to our cabin a few times that week to hang out with the guys. Everybody won.
After Steve left, I made sure Sean knew I had just saved his life from certain humiliation and possible death. He was very appreciative.
Here are some take-aways I got from that interaction:
1. Change the focus when things get heated so tempers can have time to cool. I know this isn’t always possible, but I like to put some space between the explosion and resolution if I can. When I get an angry phone message from a parent of one of my students, for instance, I wait a couple of hours for them to cool down before getting back to them. When I do make contact, I do it in person if possible. They are much less likely to have an angry meltdown in person than over the phone.
2. Help the players remember the mission. Conflict arises when we take our eyes off the greater goal. In this case it was a week of camp to move students into a closer relationship with Christ, not to beat them into submission for stepping out of line
3. Use the experience of conflict resolution to draw those involved closer together. We invited Steve to come back to our cabin throughout the week for fun and to share more of his story. We actually were laughing together about the air horn incident by the 3rd night.
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