It was the custom in my friend's church for many years to have a week of family camp in the summer. Families by the dozens packed their cars, vans, and SUVs and made their way to the camp for a week of fun, exercise, and inspiration.

There were matins, a hearty camp breakfast, stimulating lectures and discussions, and lots of sports, crafts, and recreational activities. In the evening, appetites were ravenous and vespers were inspirational as they ascended the hill singing, "We Are Climbing Jacob's Ladder." Evening programs, talent shows, and communion services were engaging. In the afternoons, the brave of heart even went swimming in the pond which, because of its color, was aptly named "Prune Dip." My friend never went!

And yes, as I said, there was matins, which means morning prayers …