My oldest daughter, Ginger, is growing up. We sent our nine-year-old away to camp this week. Let me tell you, camp is a lot different now than I remember it. At this camp, we can send Ginger email (for a fee, natch) and see photo albums every day of what they’re doing. I was impresseed that they seem to be teaching these 8-12 year-olds what I would consider advanced theological concepts. Maybe I shouldn’t be so scared of scary sounding concepts. Of note: you can tell the place is filled with Greeks.