06/27/2025
True North VBS 2025: A Wild Week of Wonder and Trust
My heart is still catching up to the joy.
And honestly? I hope it never fully does.
This past week, our little church became a sanctuary of sacred adventure—bursting with laughter, music, questions, snow, confetti, grace, and the unmistakable presence of God. It was the kind of holy week you don’t want to rush through. The kind you sit in, soak in, and return to again and again.
We had a whole crew of grown-ups—kind, faithful, generous souls who came early, stayed late, and poured out their love like living water. They gave their hearts to an extraordinary crowd of curious, wide-eyed kids, and in return, those kids gave us wonder. Real, unscripted wonder.
And oh, what adventures we shared:
We crafted compasses and learned about magnetic north—how Jesus always points us in the right direction.
We made snow (in June!) and marveled at how God designs each of us uniquely and tenderly, yet never leaves us alone.
We tested Mighty Wires and discovered surprising strength—not just in objects, but in faith that holds steady through life’s tug and pull.
We studied glaciers that reflect light and took home Polar Pencils that changed color—reminders that we, too, are called to shine in a warming world.
And yes—we even tasted the wild!!!
We tried honey and crunchy bugs—just like John the Baptist out in the wilderness—because trusting Jesus sometimes means stepping into the unexpected, the squirmy, the strange…and finding that even there, God meets us with courage and delight.
Each day brought wild new friends into our journey—🦦 Ponder the Sea Otter, 🦀 Clawdia the King Crab, 🐻 Kody the Bear, and 🦅 Earnest the Eagle—each reminding us that trusting Jesus isn’t just for when life feels calm. It’s for the wild places, too.
And then came the grand finale.
Our sanctuary swelled with more people than we could count at a glance—parents, grandparents, neighbors, friends. A room full of people who came to celebrate, to listen, to laugh, to love. We shared a fellowship meal, sang our hearts out, and ended the night with a firetruck splashdown that absolutely soaked us with joy.
But the deepest downpour wasn’t water—it was love.
The kind of love that shows up in sidewalk chalk and waterpaint.
The kind that sneaks into hearts through story and song and science.
The kind that changes a room, a community, a soul.
This wasn’t just a week of fun. It was a week of formation.
It was seeds planted in tender hearts. It was joy that couldn’t be contained. It was church at its best—intergenerational, embodied, alive.
We didn’t just talk about trusting Jesus. We practiced it. We danced it. We doodled it. We lived it—every day, every moment, every lesson.
To every child who walked through our doors—thank you. You brought your whole, beautiful, brilliant selves. You reminded us what the kingdom of God looks like: loud, full of movement, bursting with questions, and shining with unfiltered joy.
To every volunteer—thank you for showing up and showing love. You were the hands and feet of Christ in sandals and sweat, creative snacks and sticky popsicle fingers, and love in action.
To every parent and grandparent—thank you for entrusting us with your greatest treasures. What a holy honor it was to witness your children discover that Jesus is their True North.
As your pastor, I am UNDONE.
By grace. By goodness. By the glimpse of glory we all got to experience this week.
This church is alive. Hope is rising. And we’re just getting started.
Because Jesus is still our compass. Still our steady hand. Still our wild and wonderful guide.
We followed Him this week. We’ll keep following. Through every glacier and every storm. Through every mountain and meadow and moment of mystery.
Come what may.
~Pastor Katie
