I first learned of the Navajo Reunion through my grandpa (Phil Weiss) who was trying to talk me into going. He didn't have to do much convincing. I thought it would be a good experience for me because I am very interested in doing missionary work. So I did some thinking about it and prayed about it and decided I would go.

I knew that Jr. High Camp started on the 9th of July, and that I would have to leave straight from camp to go to Arizona. What I didn't know was that I would have to leave early Friday morning. If I left then, I would miss the last two days of camp. I really didn't want to miss the dedication service on Saturday morning.

I had to choose between camp or the Navajo Reunion. I decided that this year wasn't the year to go to the Reservation, because the timing wasn't right. "Next year," I thought, "I will definitely go." My mind was made up.

Then, just a few days before camp, my grandpa came up to me and asked if I was going to go to the Reunion. I told him about the decision that I had made to go to camp instead. He basically told me that this might be the only year that I would get to go to Arizona. Ed and Pat Good were going, and I could stay with them, since my family wouldn't be going with me. “This might be your only opportunity to go with them,” he said.

That statement made me really think. I was going crazy trying to decide what to do. I really felt God was calling me to go, but I didn't want to miss part of camp. I know God really worked on me hard, because I finally decided to go to camp, leave Thursday night, and then go to the Navajo Reunion.

That was probably the best decision I've ever made. I had an awesome experience at camp, and I was really on a spiritual high as I left for Arizona.

The Navajo Reunion was an experience I will never forget. Everything is so different. It really gives you a wake-up call. It makes you realize how good you have it, and you learn to appreciate things more when you get home.

The people there have such a strong need for God. They soak up everything you share with them like a sponge. The Navajos are really desperate for saints to fellowship with them.