I haven’t really told many people what I’m doing this weekend. Not intentional. More of an oversight.
I’m actually speaking at Angeles Crest Christian Camp.
To the uninitiated, ACCC is the church camp I started going to in 1976…in my super-early days as a youth minister in SoCal. The camp is way up in the Angeles Crest mountains, above the Rose Bowl.
In fact, every New Year’s Day, I get to remember the incredible times I had there…when they photoshop the smog out of the picture and the mountains scroll across the screen.
This weekend, I’m the guest speaker at their annual Father-Son retreat. Pretty cool. Literally.
Even though the weather has been cooling off a little in the Great State, it won’t be anything like the crisp mountain air at 7000 feet.
I’ll try not to bring that up again.
Could somebody ask Wanda to overnight my ear muffs, tho?