If you kept leaving me voice mails last week, upset at the fact i wasn't calling you back, you are either a) Whitney, or b) no one else because Whitney was the only one.
i was at camp all last week, out in the wilds of Nevada City where no cell phone dare venture. i played counselor to a cabin full of Oroville girls, who decided before they went to bed at 2 am that 5 am would be a super time to get up and take me with them. Special points for Bethany who managed to fall out of her top bunk and still look cool. i got to hang out with Ash and Herms all week, get shot in the leg by the camp director, break three tents, eat enchiliadas disguised as Martian baby food, and watch teenagers enthusiastically gobble meal worms. It is a testament to the power of God that we can tell them 'Jesus loves you so much! Now eat meal worms or no free time!' and they still keep coming back, year after mealwormy year.
What i learned at camp: Our grandparents' generation was 68% Bible based, meaning their morals and lifetsyles. The Baby Boomers are only about 33% Bible based. We, Generation X, are estimated to be at 16%. The experts (whoever they are) hypothesize that the generation born after 1984, today's high school and college students, will only be about 4% Bible based when they grow up. Does this mean our granchildren will be a part of the 0% for their generation?
Anyway, i'm back and have only a few battle scars and a missing pillow case to show for it, but good times were had.
kal
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