Comments on: Confessing things around a campfire.

By: Brandon M.

Brandon M. — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 11:16:29 +0000

Sweet Foreigner reference!!

By: Youth Fall Retreats « Jacob William Guinn

Youth Fall Retreats « Jacob William Guinn — Mon, 04 Oct 2010 17:36:01 +0000

[...] heat to even roast a marshmallow and 2. Large enough to be seen from out of space. (Expect people to confess things around the fire too, campfires make Christians 87% more [...]

By: Fall Retreats: a list | Wesley Woods Camp & Retreat Center

Fall Retreats: a list | Wesley Woods Camp & Retreat Center — Mon, 04 Oct 2010 14:41:16 +0000

[...] heat to even roast a marshmallow and 2. Large enough to be seen from out of space. (Expect people to confess things around the fire too, campfires make Christians 87% more [...]

By: whitesketchbook

whitesketchbook — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 18:55:14 +0000

It's something about the lighting. I promise.

By: Greg Carrick

Greg Carrick — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 00:39:10 +0000

teens so much love fire.
We'd play 'fireball soccer'. The ball would be made of hessian bags crammed into a wire mesh (chicken wire) and roughly soccer ball shape/size. It would be soaked in diesel overnight. The field would be lit with those open flame anti-mosquito things (always played at night.) The game began when you lit the ball alight.
I can tell you, it flamed out like an apocolitpic meteor when you kicked it.
Really took guts to chest block a huge ball of fire
We were insane in those days.

By: a.barefoot

a.barefoot — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 17:05:44 +0000

I'm sorry Jon, this bugs me so much--

isn't it "all OF A sudden" and not "all the sudden"....? I've been noticing people saying this recently and I correct them all.

Sorry...my job is correcting reports grammatically and I can get crazy anal about stupid things.

By: Elizabeth

Elizabeth — Thu, 22 May 2008 17:27:00 +0000

Okay, I know this is a slightly older post, but I can’t resist commenting, if only for my own amusement. I remember sitting around a campfire at (Christian) camp one summer, listening to a counselor making a confession that involved the phrase “worshiping the porcelain goddess.” Being a rather innocent twelve-year-old, I totally thought he was confessing to some sort of idolatry/involvement in a crazy cult. Took me years to put it all together. I can only look back and laugh at my own dorkitude.

By: katdish

katdish — Mon, 19 May 2008 22:22:00 +0000

Jon & Stacy:

Thanks for the reality check. I just served myself a giant piece of humble pie. After removing my sizable foot from my mouth, it was really quite delicious…with just the right amount of crow!

By: JustMarian

JustMarian — Mon, 19 May 2008 18:32:00 +0000

Kate–”can it explode?” pretty much sums up a lot of my time in youth group. There were a lot of dudes.

Also, because of this, fire was not common for us. Most of the confession time happened in the church van… along with some more shady activities. You know who you are in the back seat… mmhmm… the four seater at the back of the 15 passenger…

By: Reepiceep

Reepiceep — Sun, 18 May 2008 22:48:00 +0000

Your title is slightly wrong. It should actually read "Confessing things around a campfire, after singing It only Takes a Spark..."

It became a joke for a couple of us in our youth group. We started making bets with each other as to how soon someone would start singing what we affectionately called "the spark song" it never failed we always sang it.