Chaplain’s Blog – Day One (ish)

Chaplain’s Blog – Day One

July 19, 2026

by John Partridge

I have decided to make an attempt at posting daily, or as close as possible, updates to what I actually do as a chaplain at the National Scout Jamboree. Clearly, as a play on the Star Trek phrase “Captain’s Log” I am shamelessly naming this series, “Chaplain’s Blog.” In any case, today is my first official day at the Bechtel Summit in Glen Jean, West Virginia serving on the chaplain’s staff. Even so, my preparations started months ago in certifying or re-certifying a number of required trainings such as inclement weather, child protection, mental health, and a few others. For the last few days, I was retrieving camping supplies, cameras, flashlight, and other things that get put away around the house and at work when I am not at scout camp. Yesterday, I even spent an hour or two in the driveway replacing the electric drive on a rear window of my pickup truck and then cleaning out all the stuff that normally resides in the back seat but which I won’t need here.

So, this morning, although I had set my alarm for six, I was awake and moving by five-thirty. I did the usual Sunday things, shower, shave, etc., but then finished my final packing of my shaving kit and all of the chargers for my electronic devices (like phones and my cochlear implant). I had breakfast, picked up a soda, and loaded the truck by 8:30, and was joined by Josh (age 21) from our church’s Troop 50 who will serve as a Chaplain’s Assistant. We departed and headed for the Jamboree some time after 9:00, stopped at Subway for lunch south of Charleston, WV, and arrived here shortly before 2:00 pm. Then we waited in line for an hour or so at the Welcome Center to get our jamboree credentials and a few other things. The drive from registration to our subcamp (Delta Two) took us through the New River Gorge National Park but we were here in 20 minutes or so (it’s a *really* big camp).

We got our tent assignments, unloaded the truck, and then I drove to the far side of the camp to my assigned parking lot. Since I was one of the first to arrive at the distant overflow lot, it took a bit to figure out where we were supposed to be, but we got that sorted and then I hiked two or three miles back to my tent. But, just as I arrived (now it’s around 6:00 pm), the rest of the staff was leaving for dinner, so I hiked up the hill (another half mile or so) to the dining hall. By the time we were done eating, it was time to head over to the next subcamp over (Charlie Two) for the first of two offered Protestant worship services (there were also two offered Catholic services). Once that was over, we walked back to our tents and finally just sat, hydrated, and caught up on messages and social media.

So, now it’s after 10:00 pm and Day One is over.

I realize that this series isn’t likely be terribly exciting (but you never know), but I’m hoping that this will offer some insight as to what I do, and by extension what chaplains generally might do when we volunteer and sleep in tents for two weeks serving at the the National Jamboree. Hopefully, we will meet back here tomorrow.

Blessings,

Pastor John

PS. The photo above is my place of residence for the next two weeks.

Why I Spend Two Weeks Outdoors

Why I Spend Two Week Outdoors

July 2026

by John Partridge

Most of you know that I am involved in Scouting. I was a scout in my youth but did not pursue it the way that my two Eagle Scout brothers did but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t like it. I came back to scouting when our sons were old enough to join Cub Scouts, and I have remained active in scouting since then. And, once we came to Christ Church and the incredible leaders (and scouts) of Troop and Pack 50, I am once again, attending weekly and even joined them at scout camp last year.

Cold Showers and Tent Camping

But even so, some of you may not understand why I occasionally serve on the staff of the National Scout Jamboree or what it is that I do when I am there. At a fundamental level, from my earliest days of scouting as a youth, things like the Philmont Scout Ranch, other high adventure camps, the National Scout Jamboree, and the World Jamboree were unattainable, unaffordable, dreams. I left scouting too soon as a youth, but our family could not afford such a thing in any case. But, in 2015 or 2016, the United Methodist Men, who function as our denomination’s liaison with scouting, issued a plea for pastors to serve on the chaplain’s staff for the 2017 National Jamboree and I jumped at the chance to fulfill a truly “bucket list” item.

Was it primitive? Of course. It’s called scout “camp” and not scout “hotel” for a reason. But I camped with scouts in my youth, camped with my family on vacation both as a child and as a parent, camped in the military, camped at Annual Conference, and even camped on vacation. Camping doesn’t bother me. I *like* camping, even if the ice-cold showers are not my favorite thing. But what happened at the 2017 Jamboree, and every subsequent event of that kind, was so deeply worthwhile that I keep spending my own money to go back.

And yes, the staff pay to go to the Jamboree. Many of the scouts, and even leaders, assume that what they pay to attend covers the cost of the staff as well as the cost of the Jamboree itself. But no, the staff pays as much, or more, than the participants themselves. And, although there are repeated promises that the staff will get designated “days off” to attend some of the available activities, everyone knows that, while the intentions are good, there are rarely more than a few hours that we can sneak off to see some of the sights.

But What Do You Do?

Much like scout camp, the chaplains at the Jamboree fill several roles. Our primary responsibility, of course, is to being a spiritual leader. But at scout camp that doesn’t always look like what we do at church. We do, as a group, organize and officiate worship services for the staff as they arrive on Sunday evening, and then for the entire camp the following week, but with several dozen chaplains, many of them Protestant, I am unlikely to preach, although the Bishop serving West Virginia might be asked to say a few words at the Methodist worship service. At these services I have passed out music, offered prayer, assisted with the serving of communion, or shared a brief meditation.

During the week, chaplains take shifts so that someone is always on hand at the field hospitals to minister to both patients and doctors, as well as to work with mental health professionals if needed. Chaplains also help medical staff to watch for scouts who might be at risk for heat injury while sitting outdoors for hours at large events. Early in the week we will introduce ourselves to all the troop leadership in our subcamp (this year there will be 40 troops with approximately 2,000 scouts) so that they can call on us to talk with campers for everything from homesickness to a crisis at home such as divorce or the loss of a parent. We also have occasionally functioned as mediators between adults who can get a little frayed at the edges after a week or two of cold showers, lack of sleep, and herding cats.

But when we’re not doing chaplain things, our second (third?) role is to do whatever needs doing for the regular subcamp staff. We help to greet and guide troops on arrival day, when hundreds of Greyhound buses disgorge thousands of scouts in a handful of hours, and the reverse on departure day. In between, the logistics of overseeing two thousand scouts and 80 or 90 adult leaders can be formidable. This scout needs an escort to the medical tent, someone else needs the key to get their daily allotment of propane, another lost his identification, or needs directions, or other staff have done these things and they just need someone to staff the office (tent) while they are gone, or a thousand other things.

On the few hours during the week that I break away, or pass by traveling from one place to another, there are many interesting things to see and do in the merit badge tents, informational displays put on by environmental and conservation groups, military units, national parks, coal mining companies (it *is* in West Virginia after all), automobile manufacturers, the Rotary Club, and many others. I have, in different years, gone rock climbing, ziplining, mountain biking, watched Scottish Highland games, talked to someone in Colorado via Ham radio, and met wonderful people from every corner of our nation, Canada, and around the world.

Yes, I do have a little fun, but I also learn something every day, work from breakfast to bedtime, and am effectively the pastor of a small-town of two thousand people comprised mostly of young adults. I am thankful that Christ Church recognizes that this is not a vacation but simply ministry in a different location. By the end of these two weeks, I will be exhausted, sunburned, and a little dehydrated, but although every single day, and every jamboree is different, I will also be helping youth and adults to have an amazing experience. Without question, the work is hard, but it is also remarkably fulfilling and rewarding.

And that is why I spend two weeks outdoors, sleep in a tent, and take cold showers.

Thank you all for allowing me the opportunity to do this.

Blessings,

Pastor John