Interactions In A Rural Christian Camp in Alabama Where I Observed

A scouring: The young Christian from up north... New York State... with steel wool cleaned all the camp cook's iron pots thus scouring years of what Southerners call a well seasoned cooking iron but the next morning the cooks forgave him his ignorance.

 

A washing: Looking down the slope from the kitchen window in first morning light I strained a look past the blooming blue berry bushes to see last night's Easter washing of the creek bed now placid with slight steam rising as hot sunlight penetrated the cold water.

 

A baptising: Of soul stuff we have baptism, confession, and forgiving which I have personally done, yet, the hard burning hand of pride grips too tight to the last one of the three... this and/or that of some slight... a rub against me... made larger in me cowering the very essence of me to come clean towards a light flowing transparent clean.

 

A praying: We pray, hope, and go about trusting in faith His grace and our lives.

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[Amy Craig Beasley]

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