By Frank Distad, serving in Wisconsin

When I think about this year’s Northland Bible Camp, many things stand out: sixty campers, almost forty workers, several decisions for Christ, the twenty-year celebration, and much more. One of the highlights for me was Thursday afternoon, when I was rushing about with several things on my mind that needed to be done. As I was heading for the kitchen, there at the top of the steps was my granddaughter. All of a sudden, all the things I “needed” to get done were not important anymore.

I took my granddaughter by the hand and led her down to the kitchen (mainly so I knew where she was). I asked her if she would like to have something to drink and poured two glasses of iced tea. We sat down at the table and had what I called “high tea.” I showed her the “proper” way to drink tea, which consisted of slurping the tea followed by a loud “ahhhhhh.” She thought that was fun.

We sat there slurping our tea for a good fifteen minutes, talking about everything under the sun that came to her little mind. Along with Linda and me, her other grandparents were at camp, too. She proceeded to tell me that Grandpa and Grandma Crawford had white hair and I had white hair, but “your [my] wife” did not. She was just “old” but did not have white hair. I would not trade those 15 minutes for all the gold in Washington.

Thank God for little girls and high tea time. Ahhhhhhh!!!! That’s good tea!