Being there’s been lots of graduations as of late, I thought I’d share what took place three years ago. Yep. The big 3-0 high school reunion for my class of 1985. (Stop right now. I’ll save you trouble and do the math for you. I’m 51.) It was sure a great time recognizing most of the faces anyway.
These last few blogs have sort of focused on a Me, Myself and I story. Me, myself, and I Before (when my heart was empty), During (when questions were forming), and After (the outcome from Christ answering those questions).
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.