Cry night is the best. Can’t wait to hear about it. One of my millennial son’s friend always went to youth camp with us - Falls Creek. Every Thursday, cry night, he went down to the front. Later he told me it was to get lots of hugs+ from the girls.
John! Great to see you writing here (though I’m sorry your book died!) I loved Sarah’s book and think your question for her during the Q&A is a good one too. I’m in the process of going through all of my old journals now trying to understand the same thing. (Currently at the second semester of my senior year of high school — Spring 2001. I am BIG into The Sacred Romance and a glimpse a few pages ahead tells me that The Prayer of Jabez is coming for me.) Look forward to following you here, friend!
Thanks, Addie! Your book had the all-time best metaphor for what I was exploring. For those who haven’t read it, she was on a Teen Mania drama troupe and assigned to be a mime. After her face paint was on and drying, a boy smiled (winked?) at her. She laughed and the fake face she’d been made to wear cracked. I love that moment.
Cry night is the best. Can’t wait to hear about it. One of my millennial son’s friend always went to youth camp with us - Falls Creek. Every Thursday, cry night, he went down to the front. Later he told me it was to get lots of hugs+ from the girls.
John! Great to see you writing here (though I’m sorry your book died!) I loved Sarah’s book and think your question for her during the Q&A is a good one too. I’m in the process of going through all of my old journals now trying to understand the same thing. (Currently at the second semester of my senior year of high school — Spring 2001. I am BIG into The Sacred Romance and a glimpse a few pages ahead tells me that The Prayer of Jabez is coming for me.) Look forward to following you here, friend!
Thanks, Addie! Your book had the all-time best metaphor for what I was exploring. For those who haven’t read it, she was on a Teen Mania drama troupe and assigned to be a mime. After her face paint was on and drying, a boy smiled (winked?) at her. She laughed and the fake face she’d been made to wear cracked. I love that moment.