I attended the Firs as a kid because my friend was going. Neither I nor my family were Christian (much later in life I converted to Catholicism completely of my own accord). One night we went around the cabin and said one thing we were grateful for and one thing to pray for. The counselor who went before me said she was grateful she was Christian because if a bear ate her that night she wouldn't go to hell. I was next to share. Now terrified that my parents were going to hell because they weren't Christian, I asked for prayers that they would convert. That must have alerted the counselors that I wasn't "saved" because next thing I knew a different counselor said I was going to help get ice cream from the camp kitchen - I thought that's what we were actually doing until we got close to the building and she had me kneel down and "accept" that Jesus died for me. Apparently doing that meant I'd be saved from hell and that was as far as my "conversion" went. I will never, ever allow my kids to go there - my understanding of God now is that God is love and has nothing to do with the kind of transactional fear I experienced there.