Journey to the Center of the Earth
It may not be for you, but Ashtabula, Ohio is the center of my world. I got to visit it again this past weekend. It's a little town in the northeast corner of Ohio, right on the lake. Its only claim to fame is extreme winter weather. Or, for you hymn history buffs, that it is the town Philip Bliss's fatal train accident occured in. Otherwise, it's just a little town in rural Ohio.
The town has nothing to do with why it's so special. Obviously. My family living there is what gives it interest for me (and my home church). In fact, the church was the reason we went this past weekend. Several guys from Xcalibur (past and present) joined me for the eleven hour drive home (thanks, Chicago) to do a youth rally. It was the first rally we have run virtually by ourselves. And, praise the Lord, it went really well. It was a small group of kids, but they loved the games and the improv, and God's Word was clearly presented through the speaker (a pastor/camp director from Canada).
After Sunday morning service and a fabulous home-cooked meal, we trekked back to school to be ready for first hour class this morning. Yippee. Getting back wasn't fun, but what could be better than roughly twenty hours in a van with four good friends? We're looking to do it again. Soon.
