Campfire

Campfire

At the end of every night, there was this thing called Campfire, where all the kids would be shuttled along to this place and spend an hour being awesome with God. We'd sing, dance, and listen to a sermon about how radical Jesus is. I never really liked it and resented being there. Singing their songs and hearing about how cool God is not my cup of tea. ... Well when I was up there this past weekend, a bunch of people decided to get a Campfire together. I was asked to come, and I went. But in going up there, I lapsed into thinking that I was back in high school and I was being forced to go to Campfire again. When remembered who I was, I turned back around; if anyone was gonna say "hey, don't you wanna be awesome with God? Go back to Campfire!", I was ready to say "Look, I'm a 25 year old adult, I don't want to do it." My high school self lacked the power to do say that.