August 22, 2012

• Spiders and Ig-pay Atin-lay

  Summer is winding down.  It is still so very hot here but I can sense fall in the air.  And I love it!  I was thinking back to summers past and this very special memory came time mind:

  The summer of '95, I worked as a counselor at Bancroft Bible Camp.  The first week on the job, the camp counselors had to slide down a fiber glass mountain slide to clean out the spiders, leaves, and snakes that the fall/winter/spring had deposited.  Seriously. 

  I had the wherewithal to not go first that day.  Yeah, I'm all smart that way.

  My second week of camp, three curly haired sisters moved into my cabin.  They were adorable.  They spoke Ig-pay Atin-lay (Pig Latin). 

  All-ay. E-thay. Ime-tay. 

  All these years later, I have not forgotten the spiders in my hair and my crash course in pig latin.

  All these years later, there's something else I remember - praying with three of these little girls as they committed to live for Jesus! 

   

  It was worth every spider in my hair.  (I don't say that lightly.)   

  And-ay Ow-nay y-may aughters-day (ee-thray isters-say) eak-spay ig-pay atin-lay.

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