I used to put on a camp every summer at the church where I was a children’s pastor. The camp was called Camp Goomy Goomy, and we had a blast with all sorts of crazy adventures with tents, frogs, finding hidden clues in the mysterious basement of our old downtown building, and things like that.

One day while we were talking about forgiveness from Matthew 18, we ran into a squirrel, and he had a story to tell.