Month: July 1997

  • Camp experience

    “I love bananas and mangoes are sweet. I love papayas, but nothing can beat, the sweet love of God.” Seventy teens went into a do-bop swing as I parked in front of the cabin I was assigned to as counselor for a week of church camp. I unloaded bedding and clothes from car to cabin.…

  • Child’s viewpoint

    “Dad how long after that flood were you born?” My husband looked at his 8-year-old son. It was spring and flood stories prevailed. “Which flood do you mean?” my husband was puzzled. “You know, the big one where Noah took all the animals. How long after that flood did you live?” Once my husband recovered,…

  • Of birthdays and beanie babies

    “My birthday party is Saturday. You can get me a Beanie Baby. We can’t find them here. You can bring my dad a gift too, if you want,” our granddaughter born on his birthday 11 years ago said. A gift for her dad and mom sat on the bookshelf, but we had no idea what…

  • Making bread with teens

    Monday morning: flour, salt, sugar, oil and a jar of yeast were lined up on the counter waiting for the teen-age girls from church who wanted to learn how to make bread. Making bread headed my list of things to do after I heard one too many whines, “I don’t have anything to do.” 10:40.…