My 'Jesus Camp'

Fond memories
From second to 12th grade I spent at least one week each summer at a Baptist camp in rural North Carolina. One summer I spent all three months working as a dishwasher and junior counselor. Camp was where I learned to swim when I was eight and where I learned to slalom ski when I was 18. I can’t tell a joke or a story today without reflecting some of the cadences I learned there. Without the camp, I wouldn’t have learned how to find a Bible verse. I had my first kiss at camp (and some of my friends had a lot more).

 

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