Sometimes finding out how the other side handled things is interesting, amazing, and intriguing. For example I found out what happened after my wedding earlier this year. My wedding was held at a summer camp where me and my (now wife) met. My best man, Mark, and his wife, Megan went out to eat in Scottsville with a mutual friend of mine, Roy after the wedding. Since they had decided to drive back the next day to Kansas, they planned to spend the night at camp. They returned to find a deserted camp. Everyone had gone home for the night and it was starting to pour rain. They barricaded the door, not sure if any thief would show up at night.

I’ve spent the night alone at camp before. Once when I thought a clean up day at camp was the same night, but my scheduling was off. Armed with only a laptop with digital sermons to keep the silence from me I slept in the main cabin’s basement. Far enough from anything to be noticed.

It is terrifying at times to be utterly alone and somewhat vulnerable in a new place. I’ve been there before…sometimes in other countries…sometimes in my own hometown. Now I’m glad to say that I don’t have to be alone anymore. The event that drew Megan and Mark to be alone at camp…was the one that brought Sharon and myself together. I don’t have to be alone anymore. I have my Sharon.