‘Again, and again and again and again / You rescue me out of the mess I was in / You traded my sorrow for something to sing / Now I’m dancing on the grave that I once lived in!’
These lyrics echoed through Summer Camp, not just as a song we sang, but as a story many of us were living. The cycle of another Summer Camp has rolled around and gone, but something about this year was different. From the jumping in praise and lifting our hands in worship we were responding. And immediately, we began aiming Sky High.







