It's six o'clock....a.m. This surely is an earlier six than Tulsa's six.
We made it through our first day of workouts. I'm glad I worked out in preparation because I am so sore. However, the good news is I am not hurt.
The thing that strikes me most about camp is I am always so surprised at the special conversations I get to have about kingdom life. This is a place of searchers.
It seems now I just sit and someone comes along and begins to talk; not about my work, not about my life, but about something they had been wondering or noticing about God.
I gave special attention yesterday to one of my teammate's 8 year old son. His name is Jake so I called him Arthur. I visited with Arthur--sat with him lots--all through our games. One day Arthur will grow up to be a man who will have had some God-seed implanted....at a baseball game....for Arthur is my friend.
Gotta go catch the team bus....it's already 6:11.
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