I did not know him, or his family, yet I can't get him out of my mind.
Curtis Geesamen.
A 15-year-old kid who, as many us once did during our summers, joined his church and others for a week-long youth camp focused on fun and spiritual renewal.
During a simple game Curtis suffered blunt head trauma... an accident that took his life away.
Curtis' youth camp was organized by
LIFT Student Ministries, a camp that I attended for many years and worked at many more... a camp that I gave blood, sweat, and tears to over many hot summers... a camp that changed my life.
Further, Curtis' accident happened on the grounds of my alma mater, ...
The year was 1995.
O.J. Simpson was on trial, eBay was founded, and I was closing out my high school career.
As a part of a local barbershop group in my hometown, named Twice, I had the opportunity to travel a lot. Our group performed for senior events, lodge parties, the occasional school function, and a multitude of other community-oriented events. But often we found ourselves in churches.
When one grows up attending church and has the opportunity to visit so many churches, it is easy to become cynical and tune out even the best of speakers.
But a warm Summer morning in 1995 changed all of that for me. On a performance tour we stopped at a small ...
I did not know him, or his family, yet I can't get him out of my mind.
Curtis Geesamen.
A 15-year-old kid who, as many us once did during our summers, joined his church and others for a week-long youth camp focused on fun and spiritual renewal.
During a simple game Curtis suffered blunt head trauma... an accident that took his life away.
Curtis' youth camp was organized by LIFT Student Ministries, a camp that I attended for many years and worked at many more... a camp that I gave blood, sweat, and tears to over many hot summers... a camp that changed my life.
Further, Curtis' accident happened on the grounds of my alma mater, ...
The year was 1995.
O.J. Simpson was on trial, eBay was founded, and I was closing out my high school career.
As a part of a local barbershop group in my hometown, named Twice, I had the opportunity to travel a lot. Our group performed for senior events, lodge parties, the occasional school function, and a multitude of other community-oriented events. But often we found ourselves in churches.
When one grows up attending church and has the opportunity to visit so many churches, it is easy to become cynical and tune out even the best of speakers.
But a warm Summer morning in 1995 changed all of that for me. On a performance tour we stopped at a small ...