nestled in the hills of northwestern Massachusetts,
where D.L. Moody spent summers preaching,
where he grew up in the little white house (pictured below)
on the campus of what used to be a Christian school (pictured below),
where his family members are buried in the local cemetery
and he is buried on Round Top (photo below),
where the old Moody cabin stands on the campgrounds,
where so many personal and family memories are embedded,
where so many souls have heard and responded to the Gospel since its inception in 1961.
- Photo of a 1904 postcard depicting the reed organ and tents used in Moody’s ministry. There is a brief history next to the photo.
- Brief biography of D.L. Moody by F.B. Meyer.
- Aerial view of Camp Northfield which straddles Route 10 just south of the NH border. Or, just north of the Northfield campus is a soccer field which borders a road on its north side. Directly across that road from the soccer field is a road running north, which is the access road to Camp Northfield. It runs through private property, the owners of which have graciously withstood camp traffic over the years.
- Grave of D.L. Moody (photos)
The buildings still stand.
Some have been added.
The old farmhouse is gone.
Trees have been removed.
Areas have been developed.
Yet the Word of God is proclaimed in the same way.
Souls are changed.
Young people still serve.
God is still present there, though we are long gone.
It is the end of a personal era for me, this coming of a new director. There have been four directors in the years since I first worked on this sacred ground, and only one before that in its history. Last summer saw an interim director, a local retired man active in the church, stepped in temporarily. I had worked with him in some capacity previously.
I found this photo on Facebook, of Director Chief Dave Byron and his daughter Jenny, on Mt. Cragg.
Another, taken at Pulpit Falls, where D.L. Moody once preached.
And this, Moody (the Movie), is on Youtube. It was made in 1985, and is not of Hollywood quality, but the story is accurate and speaks to the heart.
My personal memories, minus photos:
- Being on staff as a counselor; head of girls’ staff; office and kitchen helper.
- Family camp fellowship, as a single parent.
- My quiet time with the LORD.
- Labor Day barbecue and fellowship.
- Singing “It Is Well With My Soul” in chapel.
- My children as campers and staff.
- Campfire testimonies.
- Tearful goodbyes, till we meet again.
- My verse, 2 Corinthians 4:7 “But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.”
The end of an era. Mine.
To be treasured.
What memories do you treasure?
What places have been key in your spiritual growth?
Who has encouraged you to grow in Christ?