A true account o f a summer camp experience/by -Elisabeth Wilder
my sin
1 was awakened by a hush. The presence of Jesus was at the
door of my tent and all the earth kept silence before Him.
He waited. Day had opened only one eye. I was weary. The sleeping bag was warm. I rolled over. I hid as it were my face from Him. When next I awoke the camp was astir. His presence was rgone. I was almost late for quiet hour. I looked emptily down on a circle of upturned girlish faces. "This morning we are going to talk about sin.” The expres sions tensed without changing. The circle widened with no shift of position. "My sin.” The faces relaxed and the circle closed in. "I had a Visitor at the break of day. The Creator of the universe came to walk with me in the cool of the forest. I ignored His summons.” "Yes,” the slight forward incline of their heads assented, "disobedience is a s i n (The only sin there is, in fact.) I had broken the first commandment. Thou shalt love the Lord Thy God with thine all. I had broken another. "Thou shalt have no other gods before me.” Surely anything I put before God would be a god. My warm sleeping bag had been my god of the early morning. (O no !) I had really said, " I ’m sorry, Jesus . . .” (I couldn’t have said
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