As little Sophie arrived at camp, she exclaimed:
"Sweet Mother of Pearl!"
Pastor Mike commenting on my sweet little brown hat:
"I think this is the first time we get to experience a little Christian Dior here at our camp. You would do Jackie Kennedy proud."
Camper to his counsellor when they couldn't find a ping pong ball:
"Wait! I learned something today ... what was it ... I know! Don't focus on what you want, but be thankful for what you have!" With that he made up a completely new game with a few odds and ends he found lying around. Supposedly it ended up being loads more fun than ping pong.
A verse from Pastor Kerry's song:
"I think I'm going to throw up
I think I'm going to throw up
I think I'm going to throw up
... my hands to the Lord"
(the other verses involved "hurling" and "doodoo")
superstar summer missionaries and their band Washington:
"Sweet home, Kamp Kursa
Where the skies are barely blue
Sweet home, Kamp Kursa
I'll come back next year to you."
2 comments:
That sounds as though it was fun, but more importantly, it sounds as though the gospel was faithfully proclaimed in a non-canned way. Keep the updates coming!
For a liitle correction to your song, it is not "going to" it is gonna. I know that it isn't perfect English, but if you're gonna sing it sing it right.
(remember that I learned it in Texas and we have our own unique language down there)
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