Bell Ringer Stories
Beulah Beach is where I gave my life to Christ my first year at camp. I was 12 and I saw Jesus through the ministry, music, activities, but mostly through the kids my age. I wanted what they had and I found it in the out door chapel.
Years later my husband and I took our youth kids to Cedar Point. We got there way early and it was raining. I asked my husband if we could go see Bulah Beach. I wanted to show the teens where I met the Lord. I told them it would stop raining by the time we got back as I had connections with the weather man.
I got out of the van and stood in the rain looking at that wonderful old Hotel which hadn't changed except for a face lift. So grateful for that. Saw the beach, the cafeteria, snack bar, the chapel. Just a flood of wonderful memories and faces came back to me on the spot and tears of joy and my teens were crying tears of joy for me as I'd told them my testimony. I walked inside the Hotel and in my mind I could see my friends, the nurse, the staff.
Bulah Beach to me will always me Paradise, no Heaven on Earth. There is no place in the entire world like Bulah Beach. The friends, the memories I have are so precious to me.
I love your Bell Ringer stories and would love to read more and more.
Joan Wagner (Pete) as we lovingly called her was my counselor. Thank you for her phone number. I called her and we had the most wonderful conversation. However, I sent her a letter and it was returned. In the letter, I gave her my testimony and told her what happened to me after I returned home from camp that summer. I'm going to call her again and see if I can get an updated address. She told me that the year I was there, was the only years she was there. God is so amazing. There was a girl I met when I first went to camp, her name was Roxy and she was so beaming, sheer happiness. They told me she had lost her entire family in an auto accident just 3 months before. I thought, then why is she so happy? I'd be destroyed if that happened to me. I watched her all week long. One day we played a game in the upstairs lobby of the hotel. There were about 20 of us. We decided to play the Happiness Is game. We sat in a circle and go around the circle taking turns telling a line of what happiness is to us. Started out silly things but then Roxy said, "Happiness is having Jesus in my Heart!" Next time she said, " Happiness is knowing that one day I'll see my family again in Heaven." WHoo! I never heard anyone my age talk like that like Jesus and Heaven were really real.
I didn't get that, thought they were faily tails.
But I got it that week. They played "Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus" and I walked forward (my friends were crying, had no idea why) Pete was there and led me to the Lord. Wow! Walking up the hill, everything was the same, but I wasn't, I was a child of God and Jesus was in my heart. I felt like a new person! My sins were forgiven and cast into the sea. When I got home, I shared all this with my mom and I'll always remember the twinkle in her eye. My dad died when I was 2 1/2. Three months later I was told my mom (my world) had cancer. It took her too soon. That day I watched them take her out on the stretcher. I turned and looked out a window, everything was the same but not for me. I felt dizzy and saw a vision (maybe I passed out) saw a tornado like the Wizzard of Oz, saw the witch, the house, then saw Roxy and I remebered what she said, "I'll see my family again in Heaven!" saw Pete, my best friend Terri, the boy I had a crush on Mark, other friends, Rev. Dean Corsey, Rev. Charley Kauffman and others, the Hotel. Then I knew I wasn't alone and that my Father God would always be with me. I was flooded with letters from my camp friends and ministers. They will never know how much those letters meant to me. Mark gave me the verse Romans 8:28. I was so hungry for more and more letters and verses and I couldn't wait to go to camp. I went to every summer camp and winter camp at Camp Tamerack in Flint, Mich. till I graduated. I even passed up drivers training one year as it interfeared with camp!
I would love to share this story on your bell ringers. Bulah Beach changed my life forever! I'm so happy you are still there. I'm 59 now and recently found some old friends on Facebook from Beulah Beach. I would love to tell Roxy how she influenced my life but I don't know her last name. I was wondering if you have any name and addresses of the following people. I've lost track and would like to get in touch with them. Mark and Doug Harbason from Detroit area, John Scott, Madison Hts. Muskegon, Mi. Madilon Corwin of Ohio, Terry Saponai, Olmstead Falls, Ohio. Rick Bolt, Ohio. I lost all my camp photo's in a house fire which was so hard for me. So glad I found this site. Would love to see any photo's you may have from 1963-1970.
Thank you so much! Love this ministry. May God richly bless this camp. It has changed many lives. In His Loving Grip,
Millie (Hansen) Johnson
Sturgis Missionary Church back then