Evangecubes and Summer Camp
There was a time when you could count on church camps. Parents got a little peace by shipping Suzy off to Dead Squirrel & Jesus Camp where fully capable and CPR-trained teenagers would carefully guard your child. That was then, this is… not then. When we went to church camp the only working phone was at the RV campgrounds 1/2 a mile away. Now I get text message pics of their camp food or the bleeding gash on Ashlie’s elbow. Camp has changed.