White Wing Messenger|May 2020
The camping ministry won my heart at the age of 10 at Fall Creek Falls in the hills of Tennessee. It was the final dinner of my first year as a camper. Our theme had been western, with the title “Happy Trails.”
The meal that night consisted of mashed potatoes and hamburger steak with sausage gravy. I sat there just staring at the meal when Sister Frances Allen walked up and said, “Jeff, is there anything wrong with your food?” I told her how it was my favorite meal, but there was something wrong. When my mom fixed it, she always had fresh chopped onions.
Sister Frances told me to wait just one minute. She returned with a small bowl of chopped onions. She apologized, “Jeff, I am so sorry. They fixed it wrong. You are right. It was supposed to have onions because that is the only way to eat it.” The two of us sat there and enjoyed our hamburger steak with onion.
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