|  |  | | My church had four high school guys go to summer camp, and I was allowed to go with them. In so many ways, "it was the best of times; it was the worst of times." I wouldn't trade the experience for anything. (Well, almost anything.) |
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|  |  | | Of course, being a church camp, we also got to spend some time in the chapel praising God and hearing Kurt preach. We had daily cabin devotions, as well as small group talks. The worship and praise time was my favorite part. |
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