At eighteen, I was having a long, boring, fewer-friends summer right after graduation. (1*) That was the main reason I accepted the invite from my friend Willma to go to a Christian camp the first part of September. The second reason was to hopefully start understanding what all this ‘born again’ and ‘saved’ stuff meant.
A full-day bus drive from western Washington to Montana, filled with twenty or so college-aged folks.
That bus load was meeting lots of other groups from other places at that campground for about a week. The drive was a bit uncomfortable for me, having never been around so many at one time who said things like ‘God did this’ or ‘God did that.’ – I’m so glad Willma can blend right in with them. I’ll just keep smiling and look like I understand what they’re talking about.
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