Transformed and Called
It was the summer of 1993 when I first experienced church camp. I had grown up camping with my family on the shores of Lake Leelanau in northern Michigan and had camped with my Boy Scout troop in central Ohio, but never before had I attended church camp. To be honest, I had always thought that church camp was for church nerds; for those who did not fit in elsewhere, so needed a place to go and a camp to call their own. I never thought the day would come when I would consider myself a part of…