It doesn't get any better than this.
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This is Camp White Eagle in Leaf River, Illinois. Every summer, my church has a series of week-long camps for the youth ministries here. I'm always a camp counselor, and this has become one of my favorite places in the world.
As the camp t-shirts say, there are no video games at White Eagle, but there is a lot of dirt. Fun is found in climbing up stacks of milk crates, jumping into rivers, crawling out of mud pits and washing off in a waterfall.
But my church does not go there just to play — we're there to teach.
It's a balance.
Some of us like to stay pretty clean, some of us just give up.