I Got Saved at Jesus Camp by Life with Roozle
When I was thirteen, I got Saved at Jesus Camp.
I had gone to the camp because my best friend, Rachel, told me there were cute boys there. When I got there, I never found the cute boys. In fact, the complications of boys and friends and being thirteen are what put me in the perfect position to be discovered by Jacqui, the short, curly haired counselor, ready to show me the emptiness in my life and lead me to Jesus. Jesus. Perfect. Christianity. Perfect. And Jacqui was kind of cute.
My parents’ picked me up Saturday and I read my bible the whole way home. The bible that my dad had found for me on the shelf when we read it was a requirement for the camp. It said, “To Ray, on your birthday, from your father.” It had never been opened. Except to read that little note on a December day in 1986.
Now it was highlighted, underlined, and post-its stuck out the side. When I decide to do something, I do it. Especially when that something is Getting Saved.
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ABOUT CASEY: Casey has been blogging since 1999 and now writes daily at her personal blog about her life with her wife and daughter at lifewithRoozle.com. When not working at her full time job of billing for a Boston construction company, she can be found exploring life and her urban neighborhood with her family and writing about it. Casey manages the Instagram account for VillageQ.com, a website for queer families, and writes about queer parenting for Huffington Post Parents. Her work has been featured on Huffington Post, Daily Buzz Moms, and BlogHer. She was a reader at BlogHer’s Voices of the Year this year and spoke at BlogHer ’13 on a panel about queer parenting. Casey is passionate about learning and loves a challenge.
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