Here are the campers, filling out those forms that take such deliberation and consultation.
"Who are your heroes?" "Uh, Peter Hammond? That would be a good political move."
Not to mention previously filled out forms:
"Why did you decide to come to camp?" Answer: "To raise the IQ level."
While the adults discussed tough spiritual situations, finding Scriptural principles to apply.
And I admired the mottoes on the wall of the tent.
This afternoon when I went into a local auto here store to find a car seat cover;
there were five employees standing around gabbing. One was bragging about his Playboy mag
instead of (any of them) offering to help their only customer; so I decided my business would go elsewhere,
and walked out. Fixed them!
I wandered around camp, admiring the facilities, the only permanent buildings on the campus.
Quite nice, actually. Just don't spend too much time primping in here,
or you might end up with a penalty of laps for being late to breakfast.
(Names mercifully left unpublished, to protect the guilty :-D)
Meanwhile the ladies caught up on news,
and I went out to the car and read “Babylon's Ark”.
This is the story of an animal hugger from South Africa who flew to Iraq
to rescue the starving animals in the Baghdad Zoo, and then in Saddam's private zoo.
But all kidding aside, GCC was time well spent for eternity, I believe.
Much learned and practiced for the advancement of God's Kingdom.
