I grew up in Twain Harte for the first 17 years of my life…which is spittin’ distance from Sonora…which is where your niece says she’s from on her myspace page…weird.
Our Youth Group did “rural outreach” every summer, sending groups of 6-8 High Schoolers to do VBS in small churches. Twain Harte was the central hub where we’d all meet halfway thru the week at this awesome cabin and swim at the lake. I led in Twain Harte and this awesome little town called Snelling. Sweet.
I have a friend who grew up in Indiana. She went with her youth group ever summer to do trailer park outreach (perhaps they had a spiffier title for it). Years later, when she was a thirty-something adult living in Los Angeles, she was telling some friends about those experiences and one of the women quietly reached into her purse, pulled out her Bible, opened it and pulled out a bookmark someone from my friend’s youth group had given her when she was a very poor little kid living in a trailer park in rural Indiana.
Like I said, it’s a world of laughter, a world of tears…
michael’s pretty interesting links
Daniel Semsen 8:24 pm on 10 January 2008 Permalink
WOAH.
I grew up in Twain Harte for the first 17 years of my life…which is spittin’ distance from Sonora…which is where your niece says she’s from on her myspace page…weird.
Small world.
Do you also live in that area?
June 10:00 pm on 10 January 2008 Permalink
Nope. We live a few hours away.
It’s a world of laughter, a world of tears…
Gretchen 7:38 am on 11 January 2008 Permalink
Our Youth Group did “rural outreach” every summer, sending groups of 6-8 High Schoolers to do VBS in small churches. Twain Harte was the central hub where we’d all meet halfway thru the week at this awesome cabin and swim at the lake. I led in Twain Harte and this awesome little town called Snelling. Sweet.
June 8:05 pm on 11 January 2008 Permalink
I have a friend who grew up in Indiana. She went with her youth group ever summer to do trailer park outreach (perhaps they had a spiffier title for it). Years later, when she was a thirty-something adult living in Los Angeles, she was telling some friends about those experiences and one of the women quietly reached into her purse, pulled out her Bible, opened it and pulled out a bookmark someone from my friend’s youth group had given her when she was a very poor little kid living in a trailer park in rural Indiana.
Like I said, it’s a world of laughter, a world of tears…
Blog Mama 9:11 pm on 25 January 2008 Permalink
This was the first time I ever went to my space! Thanks for upping my hip quotient.
June 9:39 am on 13 February 2008 Permalink
Wissa (as her three-year-old cousin calls her) has added two new tunes. Check ‘em out!