Amongst the recent celebrations around my daughter’s wedding, my wife and I couldn’t help but reminisce about the stories of our own wedding.  We were a little gob smacked to realize that it will be 30 years next summer.  Hearing this, my parents too realized that a big milestone was ahead for them – 60 years.  Immediately, we all began scheming just how they might want to mark the occasion.

“How to ring it right!” was the title given to a staff training session delivered by the camp director at the outset of every new camping season at Christikon, the Bible camp I worked at during my college years.  There was a camp bell that was used to wake sleeping campers or signal gathering times throughout the day.  And the camp director was reluctant to let anyone pull on the rope unless they had been schooled in the proper way to stand, hold the rope, and how strongly to pull without flipping the bell over.  There was, in his mind, only one right way.