VBS and C.S. Lewis
One summer when I was a little boy, my mom sent me to something called “Vacation Bible School.” If ever there was an oxymoron, that’s it. I knew “Vacation” didn’t have anything to do with “School”. And then you throw the “Bible”-word in the middle and you had all the excitement of an after-school special on dental hygiene. But I went. Once. We outlined pictures of stained glass and colored them with Crayolas. That was the last time. So each day mom sent me to VBS, I would lea