Camp Highroads, Middleburg, Virginia
It was my first week of summer camp. I did NOT want to be there. Mom and Dad made me go.
The final night of camp was the 4th of July. We stood in a circle, each of us holding a sparkler (the old fashioned metal ones that lasted a long time). Someone started singing and lit the sparkers on either side of them. The song was "Pass It On".
I was not familiar with the song and had not had experienced anything like that.
Next thing I knew I was bawling. I do not recall any lyrics past "It only takes a spark" until "I'll shout it from the mountain tops, PRAISE GOD!"
It was at that moment that my relationship with God became significant.
