Mem: Psalm 119:97-104
It’s 1981, and I’m a counselor at a summer camp in upstate New York. We’re at the supper table, which means everyone in the room is trying to talk over the noise of everyone else in the room. The camper … Continue reading
It’s 1981, and I’m a counselor at a summer camp in upstate New York. We’re at the supper table, which means everyone in the room is trying to talk over the noise of everyone else in the room. The camper … Continue reading