I remember going to my first church camp the summer before I entered 6th grade and having such an incredible time. I came home pumped! I wanted to be at church all of the time and spent so much time reading my Bible and praying. Sometime between eleven and twenty-three that passion was lost. While I don’t think that it is a bad thing that I don’t desire to spend every waking moment at church, I do miss that passion for absorbing the Word of God and putting it into action. When I came back from that first camp, I was on fire. I miss that.