Sabbath Sleepover

Our youth group decided they needed to "get together to sob collectively" and bid us farewell properly.  After several ideas were proposed of various dates, someone eventually suggested doing it Friday night and making it a sleepover.  Before Jon and I had given our input, everyone else in the group jumped on this idea and before we knew it they were all planning on a sleepover.  Given that we are the only ones who live in York, I somewhat curiously but mostly knowingly asked where this proposed sleepover was to take place.  Michael's reply was that "well, we don't mean to impose...or maybe we do?"  So the youth group crashed the Campbells. 

It was a good time.  People came around eight, and we discovered that apparently we eat a lot earlier than most of our friends, as people had some beans on toast upon arrival.  We busted out the Bible games, and played one that lasted until the late hours of the night.  It was a ridiculous and frustrating game, but we had a good time with it and didn't crawl to our respective sleeping corners until around midnight.  My attempt at cinnamon rolls for breakfast turned into more like sticky buns due to a number of arising complications.  That's ok, you really can't go wrong with dough covered in butter and brown sugary goodness. 


We also had to say farewell to the rest of our church family.  They gave us a sweet send-off with cards and presents and an incredibly awkward going-away tradition.  After potluck everybody went around the circle and said stuff they liked about us and what they would miss.  I think the best part was when one older gentlemen said he liked our displays of affectionate love.  I turned all kinds of red. 


We will certainly miss that small little church, for its amazing potlucks, culturally diverse congregation, incredible friendliness, and heated Sabbath school discussions.   Jon even had to use his authority as teacher this week to play referee a bit towards the end, informing people when they had already spoken too much and trying to distill someone of the exciting debates while still trying to maintain his point.   Good times.  We'll always think of that lovely church and our awesome friends there when we use our new musical hymnal with its inscription ' J & K Campbell'.
Thanks York church; it's been a lot of fun.