​     Growing up, I attended a public school situated in the middle of a cornfield. My high school graduating class was a whopping, record-breaking 52 students-big, and most of those students were boys and girls with whom I had shared classrooms, locker rooms, and buses for twelve years straight.

     There is much good that comes from rubbing elbows with the exact same people for so many years in a row — not the least of which is ample practice at forgiving and being forgiven — but the corporate affection of a tight-knit community quickly grows hostile toward any individual whose will is opposed to the mob. Put plainly, a Christian girl intent on living a “chaste and decent life” is seen as a downer, if not an outright threat, to the party life of youths indulging in drunkenness and sexual promiscuity.

     And so, Camp CILCA became a welcome respite for this Christian girl. It was a place that encouraged and celebrated chaste and decent living by structuring attendees’ schedules around the hearing, singing, and studying of the Word of God as well as daily, hourly physical activity that pointed toward, not the satisfaction of self but the service of others. Camp CILCA also expanded my social connections beyond my immediate community, taking some of the pressure off the often-isolating interactions with my peers at home. I now had friends across the state and beyond. What was a little shunning from my hometown classmates?

     Camp CILCA was formative for me, helping me to see beyond the immediate and to delay gratification, yearning and striving for what is best in life, namely a life centered on the forgiveness, life, and salvation of Jesus Christ and His promise to make all things new on the Last Day.

     An awkward, chubby, and curious child. These words would have very easily described that fourth grader who was being dropped off for five days of who knew what at Camp Cilca. Being raised in LCMS congregations in Quincy Illinois and Hannibal Missouri I had heard of Camp Cilca but I really had no idea what to expect when my parents signed my brother and me up for our first week of camp. 

     I remember meeting our councilor at our cabin, choosing a bunk, saying goodbye to my parents, and then settling in as other campers started arriving. Little did I know that Cilca would become one of the greatest influences of my life for years to come. In the years following I would attend several camps throughout the summer, both being served and serving others.  I could go on and on about getting a net and seining for fish, I could tell great stories about the excitement of underground church, I could tell you about the games and square dancing, I could tell you the friends who influenced me and remained a part of my life even to this day. But really, what I would like to talk with you about is the real orientation I got at Camp Cilca. 

     I assume there was some sort of official orientation that took place every week of every year that I attended Camp Cilca from the time I was in fourth grade until I was finished with high school, but I do not remember any specific details. I assume that we were told when we would eat in the dining hall, when we would be able to go to the lake to swim, when we would be able to take hikes through the woods. I assume we were told when chapel would be and when we would spend time in scriptures and when we would gather at the end of the day around a fire to again hear God’s word and to celebrate the love of God in Christ in song. 
This orientation I am sure was helpful but it was nothing like the great orientation I received in the whole of my time at Camp Cilca. Like many children, my life at home was not always neat and peaceful and as I grew it would be polite to say that I was difficult child and young man. But every time I got to go to that little corner of creation called Camp Cilca, there I was received with not only with acts of love and kindness, but I continued to hear, again and again, about the mercy and love of our Creator for me; that our Father in heaven dearly loves me despite any shortcomings or sins, that He sent His Son into our world to bring us the good news of His mercy by the blood Jesus spilt for me on the cross, that Christ rose up from the grave to give me the promise life unending. These very simple yet unsearchably profound truths were the real orientation that I received time and time again at Cilca. And it was this orientation that has stuck with me to this very day. 

     As much fun as I had at Cilca, as many memories that still cherish in my heart from Cilca, as much as the friends I made and continue to hold dear, there is nothing as wonderful as the hope that I have in Christ our Lord that was nourished and supported at Cilca. I have not a single doubt that the Holy Spirit used the days and weeks I spent at Cilca to orient me towards the God’s love of me and every person in Christ our Lord. 

     An awkward, chubby, and curious pastor. These words describe who I am today as I write from my office at Grace Lutheran Church in the heart of Atlanta Georgia. I can assure you that I was more surprised than most that God would call me to be a pastor in His church. But what I am not surprised by it is that the message is still the same. Here in Atlanta Georgia or on the outskirts of Springfield Illinois, the Word of God remains the same. That God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but that God sent his Son to save the world through our savior. I hope that more and more people can be oriented towards the mercy of God in Christ our Lord through the mission of Camp Cilca, and I am eternally grateful for the orientation I received as a child that will last for endless ages because of the love of God in our Lord Jesus Christ.  
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Pastor Adam Ellsworth

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My name is Hannah Norris. I live in Chenoa, IL and am a member at St. Paul Lutheran in Chenoa. I am currently attending Heartland Community College getting my Associates of Science, with my focus in biology. ​

​My name is Kelsie Gerhardt.  I am a member if Mt. Calvary Lutheran Church in Decatur Illinois.  I am currently going to Richland Community College to get my associates degree, and hope to soon be transferring to Concordia University in Nebraska to prepare to become a DCE. I can’t wait to see all of your smiling faces this summer.

I live in a small town in Illinois outside of the Quad Cities . My home church is St John's Lutheran Church East Moline IL.  I’ve just graduated high school being homeschooled my entire life. This will be my 7th year going to camp,  first as a camper then a Junior Counselor and now a Counselor. My favorite things to do at camp are UC and chapel. In my free time I like playing and listening to music, and making short films and videos, so don't be surprised if you see a camera attached to me this summer. ​

I am currently working at ISI Building Products while I finish up my last semester at ICC towards getting my associates degree. I also have been the assistant coach at Bethel Lutheran School for 5th/6th grade girls volleyball for the past 3 seasons, and I have served as the head coach of the Varsity girls basketball team where I just finished my third year. I was a counselor at camp CILCA in the summers of 2019 and 2021. I attend St. Peter's Lutheran Church where I have been a member my entire life. I graduated from East Peoria Community High School after attending Christ Lutheran School from Kindergarten all the way through 8th grade. [Logan is pictured above with his cousins, Grace (left) and Drew (right).]

My name is Kylie Schumacher. I will be a junior, nursing major, at Western Kentucky University this fall. I am from Edwardsville Illinois. I attend church at Trinity Lutheran Church in Edwardsville Illinois. This is my second year on staff at Camp Cilca, but I have grown up going to camp as a camper and then junior counselor. My favorite part of camp is outdoor chapel and spending time at the lake with the campers. ​