The Holy Ghost in the Catskills
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This week on Kingdom Bloggers we are talking about summer and Jesus. When I think of summer and Jesus, I think of camp. The equation for that is S + J = C. That got me to thinking that as people are prayerfully packing their children off to camp, you might like a few camp stories. As with so much else, I have lots of camp stories. My first experience of camp must have come when I was about 6 or 7. Our church staunchly believed in the sovereignty of the local church. However, they had a group of daughter churches that they fellowshipped with regularly. Eventually these churches and some other churches around the country would form the Fellowship of Christian Assemblies . The group of churches in the greater NYC area rented a camp. They called it Camp Challenge. I don’t know what the history was before my first Camp Challenge experience. I do know eventually they bought property for a permanent camp. This year, however, it was a rental camp on lake in the Catski