The Fruit of the Spirit's Not a Coconut
DISCLAIMER: I have no intention of sparking a debate, pounding my stake into the ground, or leveling any kind of disdain on other people. I am under no delusion that my writing will change anyone's mind. I write what is on my heart; I always have. All I ask is that you see my heart. If you need a refresher on some of my terminology, you can go here . My son, Mr. M, has gone to Bible camp the last couple of summers. My nostalgic heart beats a new tune when he comes home singing camp classics like, 'Pharaoh, Pharaoh...," "Father Abraham," "King Jesus is All," and "I am a C, I am a C-H-." I am also smiling right now because I know for a fact that anyone who attended Lakeside Camp or Trout Lake Camp with me during childhood now has them running through their head, too. You're welcome. This last year, Mr. M came home singing a song I hadn't heard but maybe a handful of times. It goes, ...
