years ago, i had the privilege of being the first official intern at
the crossing. today i take a trip down nostalgia's highways (snivel, snivel) and i am reminded of the difficulties of those early beginnings. this picture of one of our new interns, joel, says it all. this job is not for the faint of heart. ;-) poor guy worked so hard, he wore himself out.
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word on the street is that you used to take naps in the nursing mothers' room in kids ministry :)
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