Summer camp always looks worse on paper. And then you commit to going out of guilt, get there and have fun and the guilt is redistributed. I spent the week with 30some high school girls up at summer camp last week, personally showing seven going-to-be seniors the Jesus light via copious amounts of fruit snacks, dancing, flatulence and brownie batter. Not the kind you eat, but the kind you put in kiddie pools and throw at each other for extended periods of time. You can find my fellowshipping methods in Deuteronomy.
I spent approximately 2 hours combing fellowship out of the hair of
Wit-Knee! and
The Future President of Africa:
Isn't the first thing that comes to your mind, "Wow, I wish I went to college with someone as loving as that one in the orange!". I know, I know. But we can't all be that lucky. Just me. I'll be joining her and all of her hippie friends at EarthLand next year. GirlLand, I will miss so many aspects of you, but most of all, I will miss your company.
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