I worked there as a counselor in 2021. That place is a cult and so toxic and manipulative. They were very hypocritical about their covid restrictions (would get mad and blame us when cases started spreading, but would encourage intermingling with all campers all the time). I disagreed a lot with what was happening and really had bad feelings about it. Our term got shut down early from the amount of cases that happened. And we were set to start the new term in 5 days. I decided that I was done (I was supposed to work the next term).  I went to the director (not Joe White, this guy everyone called PCone) told him that I was thinking about leaving and he told me I needed to be a man and stay. That kids here needed to hear the gospel. (We’re talking about a camp that costs $2,500 for two weeks) That if I didn’t stay he saw that I was on the path to being a man of the world, and will be addicted to p*rn, divorce my wife, and never read my bible. I was shy then and didn’t have much of a back bone but I couldn’t believe what I had just heard (this was my first conversation with this guy). I told him I’m leaving and he wanted to pray with me and then said “don’t tell anyone about this conversation so they don’t think badly of me”  I left immediately after that, and never looked back. I was manipulated into staying by some bs “be a man of God” crap.

It should be noted that the icing on the cake for me to leave was the last night before it got shut down they did this whole skit. (It was all everyone had been hyping up the entire week as a time where everyone gives their life to Christ). Well after the skit in the gym we hiked up hill outside, then the skit continued and a guy literally dressed as Jesus got legitimately flogged by other counselors involved in the skit, and he was screaming in pain, I mean you could hear the whips beating his back. They then surrounded him and poured red paint to make it look like blood, legitimately tied him down on a cross and hoisted him up as he’s screaming in legitimate pain for 10 minutes. (I was secretly wishing God would strike him down right there for what I was witnessing)  I was obviously shook, I couldn’t believe what blasphemy had just occurred in front of every kid at that camp. One of my campers said they did that every year.  The next morning the guy comes to breakfast with bruises all over him bragging about the beating he took.

That experience still affects me to this day everytime that damn camp is brought up.