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In the past 15 years, I’ve been blessed to get to work a lot in my Church’s children’s ministry.
This has included being a camp counselor 11 times, plus another 3 at another Christian Camp. Yet all of this can’t hold a candle to what Rocky Braat has achieved in the film Blood Brother (and continues to achieve).
Why?
That is the question that was on my mind not long into the documentary Summer of Soul. It continued to grow more and more until the credits began to role. Most of the time, when this one word question is in our heads during a film, it is the beginning of the question “Why was this movie made? It is so bad!”
For nearly a decade, I have truly been blessed with the seven summers I was able to spend a week of being a counselor at a Christian Youth Camp.
The memories are indeed too many: Small group bible lessons, archery, paintball, inside jokes about having too much bread (Wade and Hudson know), starlight devos, my alarm clock being thrown out by my co-counselor, sacrificing a pair of socks for a camper, out door movie nights, having another camper ask if I knew how to talk to girls (my initial response: “No one does.”), the countless nicknames I would give and be given (“The Cap” is the best nickname I have ever gotten).
With about twenty or so minutes left in the new Dinesh D’Souza documentary The Death of a Nation, I realized he had changed my view on something that I held very dear to my heart. Until that moment, I was a firm believer in never having your cellphone on during a movie. Well, Mr. D’Souza, congrats, you have changed my belief.
If only I had done that sooner.
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