American Missionary Fellowship

Our daughter starts college this week. This event got me thinking, What has shaped me? What stepping stones have shaped me into who I am? I want to share eight of them with you.

“Fellowship” is a really funny word. We name rooms in churches after it, calling them “fellowship halls.” We oftentimes will say in church, “You belong to a fellowship.” But “fellowship” is a verb – not a noun – when it is practiced.  It means connecting to each other and building into each other’s lives. Some people you have fellowship with when you don’t expect it – it just happens.

Whitney Lyon is an eighty-plus-year-old man who lives in Palm Desert, California. We’ve been friends for about fifteen years. I got to know Whitney through his wife, Lorraine, who was a prayer warrior.

Every once in a while I’ll be thumbing through the back sections in a newspaper, and I’ll see a small, hidden article called “Corrections.” It talks about mislabeled pictures or misunderstandings or credit that was given to the wrong person. This post is about some corrections I need to make, perhaps some miscommunication.

I am pretty amazed, as I’ve now visited six of our many, many camps around the country: How do they put on such a good program for such a low price? How do they make it happen without the normal resources that most large camps have?