“That’s Not My Vomit!” (And Other Things I Want to Say When I Feel Embarrassed to Be a Christian)
One summer when I worked at camp, there was something that happened that became one of our favourite laugh-out-loud stories. It involved a sweet little boy whose name was Kenneth. One particular night, his leader noticed that he had gotten sick during his sleep. His sleeping bag, his pillow, and even his face was covered…
