This past summer, I had the opportunity to do something I had never done before. It had been my third summer traveling with a camp ministry that I love dearly and we were spending the week in a small town under the hot Georgia sun. My friends and I had planned a staff bonding experience and what we chose to lead the team in was a time of worship and reflection by washing each other’s feet. While I knew it was going to be such a special moment, part of me was a bit hesitant. I

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