When I was a summer camp counselor at a Christian camp in 1999, I once had a cabin full of younger junior high campers.
One of my campers at least was only in sixth grade, and he was a bus kid. That means his parents were lost, but that the church came by every week and took him to Sunday School in a big bus full of other kids. Obviously, this kid knew very little about the Bible—only what he couldn’t help learning once a week on Sunday mornings. But here he was at camp, in my cabin on the first day.
Another kid made it to my cabin from perhaps even worse circumstances. He came from a single-parent family and had bounced around to different churches until his mom ended up at the one that brought him to camp. He hadn’t been there long, and knew next to nothing about the Bible.
He brought with him a little dark blue NIV that he had probably never read more than five words from (including “Holy Bible, New International Version”). The first boy, the bus kid, saw that Bible on the first day of camp and said, “Oh, man! Get that thing out of here! You should burn that!” Dan did not take kindly to this Bible-burning order, and there were shouts fired. Naturally, I came in to resolve this dispute. and I told the bus kid that he was wrong, and that Dan could use his little Bible just fine.
Here was a bus kid who didn’t know Jacob from Jerusalem or Jericho from Joash. But he knew that the NIV was wicked, fit only to be burned! This is what he learned at church! This is what a sixth-grade bus kid learned when he went to church once a week.
“Have nothing to do with foolish, ignorant controversies; you know that they breed quarrels.” 2 Tim. 2:23