After a year without camp, lyrics are hard to remember. God’s presence isn’t.

NORMAN, Okla. — I forgot the words to “Days of Elijah.”

“It’s something like ‘these are the days of the harvest,’ right?” my brain asked itself as we approached the chorus.

“No! That’s verse two. This is … trials! And though these are days of great trials, of famine and darkness and sword, Still we are the voice in the desert crying, ‘Prepare ye the way of the Lord. Behold, he comes …’”

I doubt any of the kids sitting around the campfire noticed me stumbling over the lyrics. But I did. “I’ve led this song so many times,” I mentally scolded myself. “Well, not recently. Not in the last year.”

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