I’m updating my stereotype of who attends church camp. My wife is the nurse for the Friends (Quaker) high school camp and I’m here on the Oregon coast trying to assist her as she serves the medical needs of campers with her right wrist in a cast. I’m not exaggerating when I say that the wonderful mix of campers is as varied as the Breakfast Club students and all are searching for the answers to life’s persistent questions.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
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