At the end of my second year in seminary, my classmate, John McCausland, whose family had a cabin in northern Wisconsin, invited me and another classmate, Jim Nutter, to join him there for a few days just to get away. I remember a couple of things from that weekend. After a run, when we jumped into the lake, it was really cold—the snow had melted only a couple weeks earlier—and Jim, a guy from Maine, stayed in that very cold water the longest.
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