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Just another dad
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Friday, May, 21, 2010
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by John Fischer
This morning, while most of you are reading this Catch, Chandler and I will be motoring across the 26 miles that separates Catalina Island from the coast of California in a private boat with 5 dads and 7 kids. It's the last weekend trip of the year for the Coyote Tribe of Indian Guides, and our last event as Waverunner and Bald Eagle (our Indian names—shouldn't be hard to guess who is who). Saturday night there will be a special ceremony when fathers and sons who are graduating out of the program (that's us) say their vows to each other. It's very touching and the stuff memories are made of.
I just went back over my Catch archives to discover that I wrote something about this weekend every year since the first trip in 2007. You can see a progression as I moved from being scared and intimidated by the thought of being around non-Christians to last year when my friend had to decide whether or not to take a call from Arte Moreno on a borrowed cell phone.
I had a number of uncertainties, that first year. How was I going to react to being a "camper" since almost all my life I have been in some form of leadership in camps as a speaker or a singer/songwriter? This year I'll be racing in like a kid, trying to find the best bunk for Chandler and me, and pounding on the table at meals with the rest of them.
That this isn't a Christian event is the most compelling thing about it. Around Christians I am well defined. Around these guys, I'm just another dad, and frankly, that feels good.
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