Probably because of the idiocy of body counts in Vietnam.
But I sort of wish I knew how many weeks I've spent speaking at a youth camp.
I've done as many as nine weeks in a summer, and never less than 5..so let's low ball it at an average of six weeks...35 years...210 weeks? And that is a low ball guesstimate.
So for over four years of my life I've been a camp speaker?
What a privilege...what a joy...what a responsibility.
"Let not many of us become teachers, brothers, for as such we shall incur the stricter judgment." Scary verse...
And in a couple hours I'll speak for the first time for this week...
By His grace it is not routine.
I'm amazed I get to do what I get to do.
God could use a donkey; there may be similarities.
But for now, it's me.
Leaning on Him, trusting in Him, bragging on Him.
Lock and load...
Let's get this started...
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