"Youth camp", a synonym for tongues, or hooking up (depending on why you went) was here after much anticipation. By now, the phrase, "Time to be Real" was well known in the mind of all that went to youth group. To some, this was a well known experience, sort of an "apostolic thing" that they did during the summer, for others (guys), it was their opportunity to meet their long jean skirted apostolic Proverb 31 girl or (for girls) their attractive on fire for God holy hunk, and lastly for others it was their chance to speak in tongues. Martin, one of the youngest guys in the youth group of Everlasting Life was getting ready before his best friend Adam would arrive to pick him up. He stood in front of the mirror which reflected his skinny frame. He splashed water on his sleepy face and spiked his straight black hair like always. Next, he got dressed up as best as possible (a short sleeve flannel shirt, jeans, and new shoes) since he wanted to look more youth groupy than the awkward junior. In his mind, he balanced the romance that maybe possibly perhaps could occur and the idea that after so many tries he would be able to speak in tongues. He would have continued, but his friend called so he rushed out with his Bible and left after locking the door.
-What's up bro?
Adam said greeting him with a casual handshake.
-Nothing, really...ready?
-Yea, and it'll be fun to drive....sort of like a mini road trip
Martin sat in the front sit and put on the his seat belt.
-Hi, Amy.
He said looking back.
Now, to wait for four hours of long, long driving!
