You never know when the souls you encounter will come back into your life. Back in the 80s, I used to spend part of my summers volunteering as a counselor at a church camp. While I was there, I worked with a camper named
Trent.

In the summer of 2006, our paths crossed again. While attending seminary, Trent became an intern at my church, and spent the weekends with me. Without a doubt, Trent is one of those intellectual-types

I always enjoy our “deep” conversations regarding life and faith, and when we’re not in the mood to be serious, our conversations transform into recited scenes from the film, Sordid Lives.