Reading: Psalm 9: 9
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was late at night.
If I were going to write a book about the experiences I had one Memorial Day weekend, it would begin like this. It was the best of times, and it was the worst of times, and it was late at night. A few of us were staying at camp for the weekend. If I remember correctly, it was around 10:00 at night when some "yahoos" as we called them were discovered at the pond, partying. In the next few hours, we would call the police on them, confront them about being on our property, have explosives thrown at us, and chase them out of camp. The police would show up early the next morning only to say there was nothing they could do about it.
To go into detail about all that happened would take a book. It was a scary experience to have stranger invade your space and then cause problems. Everything worked out in the end, but during the experience we needed the hand of God to protect us through this trying time. Our trials in life can be the worst of times, but they can also make us better and turn out to be the best of times. --Chad Hershberger, Camp Mount Luther Director
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