Testimony: I Cannot Tell
The view from the top of the mountain in New Mexico was enchanting. I could almost see the Texas border as the sun set on the wooden cross. I was 15 and finally old enough to go to the annual youth retreat sponsored by my Protestant church in El Paso, TX. The crackle of the campfire, the smell of the marshmallows toasting and the cool breeze of early March kept us near the fire.
