Magic happens around a camp fire. At the Warwick Retreat last weekend that was certainly true. The light of the fire piercing the darkness creates a warmth of belonging to all who sit around and behold it's allure. Children got up and led us in riddles and songs as sticks with marshmallows extended into the fire. As we walked back to our camp housing from the fire someone pointed and said "Look!" We looked up and saw the night sky twinkling with millions of stars. The brightest light we normally see in the City is a neon sign hanging off a skyscraper, but here we were in the presence the natural beauty and we were in awe. These are holy moments. These are moments when we slow down enough to see God in each other and in the great universe. The Psalmist (72:19) say, "Blessed be God's glorious name forever; may his glory fill the whole earth. Amen and amen." I think we got to experience this Psalm and God's glory that evening.