Camp Zion

The newest neighbors on my block are Christians, and the husband, Matthew, works at Camp Zion.  I’ve been talking with his wife, Hannah, about it and had a desire to see it myself, thinking perhaps the kids at my church would like to go to camp there.  Today I called Dale and Carol, the managers of the camp to ask if I could come, get a tour, and take pictures and they said yes.  I brought Tucson thinking I’d leave her in the truck while I looked around, but they welcomed her as well. Continue reading

Mission San Xavier del Bac

This morning as Mark and I were leaving our RV park to go to church, a whole family of Native Americans walked in front of us.  When they passed and we were driving down San Xavier (pronounced Ha-vee-AIR) Rd., we kept passing small groups of people walking toward the mission.  The mission is about two miles away from where we live. Continue reading

Merry Christmas!

This morning, there was so much sleet and ice that Mark and I and my sister and her husband all stayed home from church.  But this evening, I was committed to read a story I’d written at my church’s Christmas Eve service, so in spite of falling snow, Mark and I went.  Here is the story I wrote: Continue reading