I don't want to go...
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"I don't want to go home." The plaintiff cry was a familiar one at the end of camp week. These young teens had been reluctant to come in the first place. "Camp? I don't know anyone there. It won't be any fun. Besides, I'll miss a week of summer league play! Why do I have to go?" But, that was at the beginning of the week. After meeting new kids, getting to know their counselor, who turned out to be really cool, enjoying the swimming in the lake and the overnight camping deep in the woods, it was a different story. "This experience was over the top!" Jamie said to her cabin friend Julie, who now seemed like a best friend to her, even though they just met five days ago. "I know," Julie returned. "It has been just awesome." A duffle bag came flying down from the top bunk. "I just wish it wasn't over. I could stay forever." That was Alecia speaking; she had been the quiet one, but not after last night's bonfire Bible study and sing-a-long. She talked late into the morning about how she finally "got it." "I thought Jesus was just a person who lived a long time ago. Now I know he is with me today and loves me out of the very heart of God!" Each one of the campers peppered the counselor with the same question. "Do we have to go home?" Sarah answered with a wisdom gathered over the previous weeks' conversations, "Yes, you've got a lot to share with your family and friends back home. That's what you need to do now. Who knows, you might make their day with what you tell them about all you experienced here!"
