When I was younger I used to go to this sweet Christian summer camp every year. They had a lake. It was man-made, but I really liked that because it meant you didn't have to be afraid of fish. Or sharks. Or dead bodies. They would have these speakers come and preach to us about Christian stuff every night, but they would confuse you into thinking they were the "entertainment". My favorite was the Christian mime. He was a good mime. Until he started talking about Jesus. I wonder if all the real mimes out there who take their vows of silence seriously are just dying to talk about Jesus. I think if I were a mime and I got the chance to speak for one night only I would tell all the knock-knock jokes I've been saving up since elementary school but haven't told because there's just never a "right" moment. One year there was an abstinence speaker. He gave us all uncut keys and told us not to put any "notches" into them until we got married. And then he told us that "notches" means sex--just in case we didn't get it. And then he told us that he was addicted to porn but Jesus forgave him, and Jesus would forgive us too if we accidentally got a notch. And then he told us never to tell any grown-ups what happened that night because "what happens at Jesus Camp stays at Jesus Camp."
I loved that lake.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
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Good for people to know.
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