Twenty-five years ago, the board of Clearview Christian Camp at Kenosee Lake decided to build new cabins. As part of the construction process, we rented a skid steer to clear some ground for the new concrete pads. One Saturday, a buddy of mine and I decided we ought to drive the skid steer down to the beach and use it to push the dock out. That was a bad decision! We sank that piece of equipment so deep in the mud that even my truck could not pull it out. We had to call a farmer friend of ours and get him to come down with his tractor. To make matters worse, our friend was seeding at the time, so not only had we done something dumb, we had cost our friend valuable hours he could have been out in the field. When I went to the camp the next weekend, the first person I saw was the farmer’s wife, Margaret. I braced myself for an unpleasant conversation. In fact, I decided to go first, so I said, “Hi Margaret! I am so sorry for what happened last weekend. We we...