Another night without me seeing a
Blanding turtle lay - this time on Heber 1. It was eerie until the
mosquitos came out and the fish started jumping for them.
I had an interesting conversation about
camps while I was at the Park library posting my blog. I was wearing
my Camp Ta-wa-si shirt. (Ta-wa-si is the camp for Chignecto
Presbytery and beyond). She was involved with a camp in Nova Scotia
for which Linda did training in the early 90s.
Our conversation was about the role of
Christian camp in providing a place for youth. It included discussion
of how youth often feel unwelcome when they leave the excitement of
camp and attend church services.
The encounter left me wondering if
youth are issuing us a Macedonian call or have they simply written
church off as irrelevant.
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