One of the great blessings of pastoring my church was coming in contact with Camp Maranatha. The first event I went to at the camp was the Men’s Conference. Since I had never been there before, I had no idea what to expect. I didn’t know it was such a wonderfully rustic and relaxed setting. Of course, I went too well dressed. That meeting, involving so many godly men, was a turning point in my life. That started the beginning of many blessed years of fellowship yet ahead.