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In this life,

our eyes are clouded, but if we sincerely ask,

God reveals truth.

Then both the dark and the light

serve His purpose to shape us

into who we are meant to be,

and so it was with a man whose name was Baker.

This man, after much toil and sweat,

became a king, and he loved everyone

in his kingdom.

One, he loved most of all.

Her name was Grace,

and she would be his queen.

He would give her anything, but she had no wish

for the earthly, so she went to prayer,

and in that prayer, light.

She received a vision of a land that would bring happiness

to many, so the king set aside a large part

of his kingdom, and they had great plans to build,

but then, tragedy.

Men, acting in jealousy, set the land ablaze,

not knowing the king and queen were there

on a midnight stroll.

The king barely survived.

The queen did not.

And the king went into a deep

and seemingly impenetrable sadness.

With all of his wealth and power,

he could not protect who he loved most.

In the darkest night of his soul,

he managed with all of his strength

only the weakest of prayers,

but in that prayer,

light.

Though a man of faith, the king had not been

a man of visions.

Not until now, when his queen appeared

as a child of heaven, and she showed him

all this land could be.

Here, miracles would occur.

God would reveal the realm beyond the natural senses,

and the true nature of the soul.

The great king knew what he had to do.

On the land where bad men took what he loved most,

he would build the great queen's vision of heaven,

and there, lives would be changed.

Hope would be restored.

To the king, there was more.

He proclaimed that in this land,

God would send visions and miracles.

Even the king's closest friends

questioned whether he was mad with grief,

but the miracles,

they proved them all wrong,

but none were proved more wrong than on the Yellow Day.

To many, the Yellow Day was simply a celebration

of all the good work at Camp Grace,

but on the Yellow Day, to the souls who accept,

the king's promise came true,

and these souls, in bearing witness to the light

and to the dark, would leave inspired,

and in turn, inspire others,

and this is the story of such a soul,

who above all desired to be good,

who because of his heart,

became in the eyes of God, a knight.

He did not know of the mysteries of the Yellow Day.

He only knew that she, who he loved and lost,

went there very year, and so this good man

set out to find her, unaware of the light

to which he would bear witness,

unaware of the impending darkness.

♪ The world is bound to be

♪ A disappointing scene

♪ And needy are gritty

♪ Everybody's only passing through

♪ Except for me and you

♪ We know to take it slow and you are mine

♪ I know, as long as you are mine

♪ I'll be fine, I'll be fine

♪ I'll be waking up to what it's all about

♪ How I can life without

♪ That I can love you only

♪ So take away the things I've held on to

♪ And leave me only you

♪ And you will hear me say

♪ And you are mine

♪ I know, as long as you are mine

♪ I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine

♪ Where will we stand

♪ The stand of pride

♪ And when we laugh, we laugh out loud

♪ Loud

On arriving at the Yellow Day,

he felt an inexplicable peace,

but he did not see her,

which brought him great disappointment.

His kind and somewhat misfit friend took notice.

No one's here?

- No, not yet.

Hey, I really appreciate you coming, man.

- Dude, you got my back, what, three, four times?

23, 24?

I do really appreciate you after that whole noodle incident.

- Yeah, of course, man.

Whoa, whoa, noodles?

- Let's just say I'm happy to be out of Dallas,

and Texas.

You want to go to Mexico after this?

- No, no Mexico.

- Canada?

- Hey, focus.

Mobile.

- Right. Okay.

- Hey, there's the registration table.

- Don't we have to sign under a fake name?

- You of all people have a problem with a fake name?

- I wouldn't have a problem if you didn't name

me Benjamin.

- I could have named you, I don't know,

Sven.

I'm sorry, I had to act fast.

- Next time, think faster.

- But there's not gonna be a next time,

'cause we're gonna find her.

- Right, let's do this.

Let's find her.

- Behave.

But as his friend walked off,

the Good Man stayed,

due to mysterious intuition,

for now the natural world was giving way,

and the visions from the soul taking hold.

Now, his journey on the Yellow Day was beginning.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Which one are you?

- I don't know what you mean?

- Are you the Good Man or the Bad Man?

- I'd like to think good.

- I think so too.

So, have you been to Camp Grace before.

- It's my first time.

- But, you're here for something more.

- Yes, I am.

- Let me guess.

That something, someone.

- Yes.

- Is it a camper?

- No.

- No, of course not,

but it may be a camper once.

- Yes.

- And then maybe a counselor?

- Yes.

I know she goes to this camp every year,

so I thought maybe.

- You'll find her.

This is a great place to find people.

I'm so happy you're here, Mr. Good Man.

- You're doing that thing again.

- What?

- You know.

Zoning, all right.

We're on a mission.

Let's go.

- I don't see her anywhere.

- Of course you don't see her. You're in zombie mode.

This isn't Walk of the Dead.

I'm tired of cleaning up your messes.

- My messes?

- Okay, I was pushing it.

I was pushing it.

Got excited.

- Welcome guys.

- Hi.

Is that her?

Focus, is that her?

- No.

- It should be.

I'm gonna ask her.

- No, you will not.

If anybody knows that I'm here, I'll never...

- I just love camp!

What is this, like my fifth year of camp so far?

It's got to be my favorite.

And the kids, I just love the kids.

You think she heard me?

- Hi.

- I think everyone heard you.

- Sign in.

- Sure, no problem.

- No, you know what?

I will sign in for the both of us, Benjamin.

- Sure.

Just love nature.

- Your tee shirts.

- Thank you.

- Sure.

- Have a bright, sunshiney Yellow Day!

- Thank you.

- You as well.

- Do not ruin this for me.

- Well, hello young men.

I don't believe I know either of you.

Do I?

- My name is James, and this is Benjamin.

- Yes.

- Are either of you from Mobile?

- Okay, everybody, could you please take your seats?

Hey.

- Yeah, we gotta take a seat.

- Enjoy your meal.

See you guys.

Have fun here.

Look, you're at the same table.

That's great.

- Welcome to the Yellow Day at Camp Grace,

where lives are changed, and souls are strengthened.

I'm GP, camp director, and this is Taylor,

director of operations.

- Woo! Yeah!

Taylor!

- Okay, I see we got a friend of Taylor's in the house.

- Right here.

Hey, what is Taylor Latin for?

I wonder.

- Not gonna happen.

- Okay, it's just, okay.

- Um, hi again.

I'm Taylor, and just in case this is

your very first Yellow Day, today is the day

we celebrate all the great work we do here

at Camp Grace.

- Today, we'll learn about the vision

founder Robert Wilson Baker built.

We'll meet campers that have overcome great challenges,

and experienced incredible miracles.

All of this is possible, because of the Baker Foundation,

now run by philanthropist Sydney Smith,

which covers all costs for the campers.

Now, we got a ton to cover today.

Our reward ceremony, our tours, but before we do,

we always want to begin with a prayer.

Now, it is said that when praying on the Yellow Day,

heavenly visions beyond this world

come without warning, so look out for them.

Pastor McCrummen, could you please?

- Thank you.

Pray with me.

Lord Jesus, you've brought us here

on this most majestic and beautiful day.

It's our Yellow Day, and Lord, we thank you.

So many of us come here,

we attend different churches.

- You space out a lot.

- Yeah, I've been getting that a lot lately.

- You're missing the whole prayer.

- I was praying.

- Yeah, but not with Pastor McCrummen.

- You got me.

- What's wrong?

Is it your girly?

Don't see her in the crowd?

And you came all the way out here to find her?

- Yes.

- Well, why don't you just ask around.

Surely someone knows her.

- There's a problem with that.

- What?

- Well, I don't know her full name,

so when I called the camp to ask about her,

and then I called again.

No, I don't know her last name.

No, I don't know where she lives, either.

She does have brown hair.

Hello?

Hello.

Anyway, after about five calls, they finally put me

on their watch list.

- Goodness, Mr. Good Man.

- Turns out camps don't take too kindly to random strangers

from out of state, asking about their campers,

which is a great policy, but for my good purposes,

I gotta stay undercover.

- I will help you find her.

You will? How?

Well, you see, I haven't thought about it.

- I didn't think so.

- Wait, I got it.

- You do?

What?

- I'll go on the tour with you.

Then we can do some detective work.

- Oo, well can we?

Yeah. Look.

See how much there is to explore?

And that's only part of Camp Grace.

It goes on forever.

You need a partner, and I'm your girl.

Plus, you're undercover, and I'm always undercover,

so it's perfect.

Then, I can tell you all you need to know

about Yellow Day, and you can tell me about your girly,

so we can find her.

- Okay, sounds good.

- All right.

There is one condition.

- Name it.

- Protect me.

- Protect you?

- Yes, that's why you're here, right?

- I'm not following.

Yeah, no, hey, I'll protect you.

- Great.

Let's get started finding your girly.

First, where'd you fall in love with her?

- Well, love.

Who said anything about love?

- Where'd you fall in love with her?

- Church.

- In church?

- Yep.

- Is that where you met, too?

- Not exactly.

Well, then, how'd you meet her?

Well, it all started with a yellow ball.

It had been given to me by someone special,

and it just kept distracting,

even when I was supposed to be driving.

- You hit her? With your car?

- I was just trying to make an impression.

I mean, was she okay?

- I am so sorry.

I didn't see you.

Are you all right?

She was okay enough to leave

without saying anything.

And don't worry, she got her revenge.

But the best part is next.

- Wait, we almost missed the whole prayer,

and we can't miss that.

- Well, how did we not already miss it?

- Come on.

You know time isn't exactly the same

when you're with me.

Let's pray.

- We pray for your presence as we go throughout our day.

We just thank you for what you've done here at Camp Grace.

We ask these things in your name.

Amen.

- Amen.

- Thank you, Pastor McCrummen.

- Woo! Haha.

- Dude, really?

- Hey, I'm just fooling around.

I'll probably never even see her again.

- You were saying?

- Oo.

I'm embarrassed, but I'm okay with that.

- First up this morning is our Yellow Day tour.

Here, we're going to see some of the great miracles

at the camp.

Now, on your table are your schedules, and on the back,

is gonna be the counselor that will lead your tour.

Look, Sydney, on our table,

it has Taylor and GP as our guides.

This is going to be great.

- We're gonna have so much fun.

- I know.

Hey, you know what?

Having Taylor as our guide might not

be such a bad thing.

- Okay, where we going now?

- See those trees over there?

Yes.

We'll start there.

What's there?

The beginning of the Yellow Day tour, silly.

What happened next?

And so he follows her into the light,

to bear witness to those who overcame darkness.

But the Good Man's thoughts were elsewhere,

on his true love.

She was about to make her official appearance.

So, you were praying,

and didn't recognize each other?

Sometimes, God has a way of hiding things,

and I guess this was one of them.

I'd also later discovered that the pillars

create a blind spot in the church,

and in a 5,000 to one chance, we were both hidden

from the view of the janitor.

Let me try. Let me try.

Hello. Hello.

- We're still in here. Hello.

Hello.

- Hello.

Hello! Come on.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You.

- You hit me with your car,

and made me spill my coffee.

- Coffee. Phone.

You know what? Never mind.

You have your phone?

- It's in the car.

How about yours.

Yeah, that's right.

It's in my coffee.

Wow.

You got locked in.

- Yeah, it was hilarious.

- Wait, we're at our first stop.

We are?

- Yeah, come on.

If your girly ever went to Camp Grace,

she had to go on the ropes course.

- The what?

- Look.

- Wow.

the Good Man stared in awe

at what was before him.

Here was not simply a course of wood and rope,

but a challenge to faith itself.

It was here the Good Man would bear witness

to the first story of light,

the one who embodied faith,

the hero by the name of David.

Heroes, true heroes,

are often those who confound earthly wisdom.

David was such a soul.

- So, our founder built the ropes course

to teach the power of faith over fear.

Currently, Taylor runs this portion of the camp,

making sure the life-changing events run smoothly.

Taylor and many of the other counselors.

- Just let me talk to Taylor.

She might know where your girl is.

- You're not thinking about my girl.

You're just trying to holla.

- Dude, help me help you.

This is my time to shine.

I'm about to jump on this thing without a harness.

- Wait, you're afraid of heights.

Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Man, the things you do for love.

- This is David, who with the help of trusted friend,

Melissa, will go up on the course.

David is a living example of faith.

Don't go anywhere.

You won't want to miss it.

- So, what'd your girly tell you about the ropes course?

- Nothing.

- What?

Are you sure she came to this camp?

- Yeah, this is the one.

- I've got it.

There are certain traits you have to have

to go on the ropes course.

She'd learn to be calm in difficult situations.

When you got locked in, was your girly cool under pressure.

- I can't believe this is really happening.

- Why would I leave my phone in the car?

- And nobody's gonna come back.

You know this is gonna happen.

- I need to get out of here.

- Unbelievable.

Hey, I'm sorry.

Look, it's gonna be okay.

- Just leave me alone.

- Hello, I am the Bad Man.

I make your day bad.

Crappy to meet you.

Sorry.

I take away all your dreams,

and make everyone say mean things to you.

Haha. Hahaha.

One day I really screwed up two people's days,

and I got them locked in a church,

and I thought I had them as sad as they could ever,

ever be.

I won. Hahahaha.

Hello, I am the Good Man.

I make everyone's day the best day ever.

Forgive the inconsistent accent.

See, the bad man is always trying to ruin everyone's day,

but what he doesn't realize is when he tries

to ruin their day, I tell them all it's really how

they look at it, you know?

I might seem like it's the worst thing ever,

when in reality, it's the best thing

that ever happened to them?

No?

- Where did you get this thing?

- My granddaddy.

- Did he draw the faces on it, too?

- He did.

- He's a terrible artist.

- He is terrible.

And his monster voice is even worse than mine.

- That's impossible.

- I am pretty bad, but got your attention, right?

So,

we are stuck.

- That's what it looks like.

- So, what's your name?

- Now, why would I tell you that?

- Because it's just a name.

I mean, I tell people mine all the time.

- Well, I don't.

Especially a guy with a weird yellow ball.

Nothing personal, I just don't know you,

and I don't usually hang out with guys alone.

- Okay, okay, yeah, this is really strange

and new to me too.

- Well, I don't know that.

I mean, you could be the type.

- Yeah, so could you.

I just asked your name.

- Well, I'm not telling you.

- Well, I'm not telling you mine either.

- I don't care.

- Fine, hey, well, let's just sit in silence all night,

and stare at each other.

That sounds like a lot of fun.

- Please, don't stare at me.

- Whatever.

Okay, what can we talk about, then?

- Something impersonal.

- Impersonal, all right, like occupation.

- You're a CPA.

- Yes.

How did you know that?

You scream CPA.

- I do?

- Yeah.

You're stiff.

- Okay.

Well, at least, I'm not so.

- What?

- Artsy.

- That's supposed to hurt my feelings?

- I got it.

- Got what?

- A great clue.

She's tough.

Nothing hurts her feelings.

She probably got that from the ropes course.

Look, Mr. Good Man.

The little girl had great cause

for excitement, for now, David,

the story of faith, was making his appearance.

Hardships in life had made David strong,

and his faith and gratitude inspired all.

He knew that by showing others how to go up

on the ropes course, that they need not be afraid of it,

and then God revealed the light.

The essence of David's soul burst forth in splendor,

standing atop all the challenges he had conquered.

Countless artists had tried to capture what was before

the Good Man, but all failed to this David,

sculpted by the very hand of God.

This first story in the light

had deeply inspired the Good Man,

and it came to him.

His lost love had spoken about a David.

Here was a clue, but the little girl

was still thinking about David and his trusted friends,

especially counselor Melissa,

who was always there to meet David and the others

at the bottom of the course, so the little girl

spoke up first.

- Okay, so Melissa and David trusted each other,

so that's a great clue.

The ropes course requires trust.

Did your girly trust you?

- Trust you?

I just met you.

- Look, I only came here to pray.

- Judas prayed.

- Hey, I think you should apologize for that one.

- Only speaking the truth.

- That I'm a Judas?

- Well, you're not a David.

- What does that mean?

- CPAs, famous artist Michelangelo

said that the sculpture was already in the marble.

It was just waiting to be revealed.

When he sculpted David, he came out with the perfect statue.

- So, you're an art historian.

- No.

Look, some people are fully sculpted, some aren't.

You just have more in you.

- Thanks?

- It's a compliment.

- All right.

Okay, well, clarify then, for me.

How does one become a David, then?

Or fully sculpted?

- Well, it takes a lot of work, lots of prayer,

and then sometimes, you never know.

- What do you mean?

- After all that, someone may seem to be a David,

but things aren't as they appear.

- Well, give me a chance, all right.

I will show you that I am all that I appear to be.

I just, I mean, I'm a good guy.

- Well, I guess I'm gonna have to,

at least, for a night, anyway.

- Are you gonna tell me your name?

- I would have, but now it's just too fun not to.

- All right, well you gotta give me something.

Is your day tomorrow as messed up as mine is

because of this?

Hey, hello. Come back.

It's okay.

- Do most girls fall for this?

- Yeah.

No, I'm lying.

First time I've tried it, actually.

Why? Is it working?

- Maybe.

- I'll remember that.

Good job.

- See, she did trust you, Mr. Good Man.

I know she went across the course, I just know it.

- She must have.

- And she gave you a compliment.

You're gonna marry her.

You're going to marry her.

- Well, if I could find her.

- I'm never getting married.

You boys are stinky.

- You have a point.

- All the ones my mom goes out with are stinky too.

The newest one is the stinkiest of them all.

He likes to yell and come in late.

He walks funny.

He's an ugly spider.

What was this fear

that plunged them into darkness?

In his heart, he knew the answer,

which he dare not say.

Somewhere in the world, the tour continued on,

and he could have returned, but he did not.

David had shown him faith.

Now, he would witness hope.

Hope, the truth he already knew,

but only needed reason to speak about.

And hope's messenger, who would give him this reason,

was at last content to reveal her name.

- I'm Monica.

- Hi, Monica.

It's nice to meet you.

That's a very pretty name.

Goody.

My favorite place in the whole world, the creativity room,

where campers get to show their artwork.

The second stop on our tour.

So, back to your girl.

What happened next?

- Well, she finally started to trust.

All right, how about this?

If I can guess what you do for a living,

will you tell me?

- Sure.

- All right, now we're getting somewhere.

See, this is good.

You look like a teacher.

- No.

- All right.

Painter.

- No.

- Entomologist.

- What?

- Yeah, I don't even know what that is.

You write music.

- How did you?

- All right, confession.

I sneaked a peak at your notation book.

- Nosy.

- It's pretty impressive.

You just write that stuff out of your head?

- It's a good escape.

- She plays music?

- She does.

- I play too.

- Well, aren't you a little miss talented.

- Thanks.

I love music.

When I grow up, I want to be a musician,

just like your girly.

- I bet you'll never guess where she learned to play.

- I first started playing music at Camp Grace.

- She learned at Camp Grace?

- She learned at Camp Grace.

- I'm learning here too.

I have the best teacher, Ms. Whitman.

She thinks I'm gonna be famous.

Ms. Whitman?

- Yeah, so tell me more.

What'd your girly think of Camp Grace?

- She had her own special way of describing it.

- Okay, have you ever seen a sunrise on the Mobile Bay?

- Granddaddy took me once.

Sunrise was incredible.

- Whenever I'm in Mobile, I go down to the bay,

to watch the sunrises.

I hear music in them.

That's the feeling I have at Camp Grace all the time.

- Wow, must be some place.

- At Camp Grace, they have this place

called the creativity room.

That's where I learned to play,

on this big, beautiful piano.

You know, to some people, it might just be

another small camp, but to me,

Camp Grace, the people there,

they protected me.

- From what?

- She sounded like she was scared.

Can I draw you a picture?

- Yeah, a picture?

- You see, talking and playing the piano at the same time

doesn't really work that well, but I can draw.

- What about the tour?

- Will you stay with me for now?

I can tell you everything about the creativity room

you'd learn on the tour.

- I'd stay even if you couldn't.

- Thank you.

Here at camp, they always tell us

that we should draw what we're scared of,

so that we can talk about it.

- Wait, why are you scared of the cross?

- Sometimes, I think, if they could hurt Jesus,

what could they do to me and Mommy?

- You know, He went to the cross,

so that you would never have to be afraid.

- I'm not sure what you mean.

- If ever you're afraid, remember, He died standing

for truth, and He honors anyone who suffers for the same,

so if you suffer for him, it's never forgotten,

so you don't have to be afraid.

- Are you ever scared of the cross?

Us good men, when we see something go bad,

we try to protect, and if we can't,

we risk losing hope, and the cross does become scary

to us, but His cross never fails.

He rights all wrongs.

So, there's always hope.

- I see.

Mr. Good Man,

your girly seemed really scared.

- She knew a bad man, too.

- Who is the Bad Man to you?

- Hey.

Whatever it is, let it go.

All right, there's nothing you can do about it right now.

And remember, things are not as bad.

- No, no.

No voice, please.

- No voice.

- Okay.

- See, it happens to all of us.

I tell you what, if the bad man comes around again,

I'll protect you.

Watch this.

- Hey, what are you drawing?

- You'll see.

See?

The cross is nothing to be afraid of.

- You just drew our next and final stop,

the Camp Grace cross.

- Really?

- Yeah, and thank you.

I'm not scared anymore.

This is for you.

- Awesome. Thank you.

So, no more bad man.

- No more bad man.

- To the cross?

- To the cross?

Hey, before you go back to the tour,

the real tour, can you tell me what happened next?

- Well, she told me about the Yellow Day.

- Yes.

How'd it come up?

Your granddaddy gave you this?

- He taught me about faith.

- the Good Man.

- The what?

- Your granddaddy is the Good Man.

Can a place be the Good Man?

- I don't see why not.

- That's Camp Grace for me.

Camp Grace on the Yellow Day.

- The Yellow Day?

- Look at this.

Hope had ushered in a whole new piece

for the Good Man.

But it was the third and final story of light

that would show, even when the darkest of night comes,

our savior's love is there to guide us home.

The story of love comes from the great visionary.

Her name is Krisanna.

- Everyone, just pile on in.

This is the Camp Grace cross.

It was built at the launch of the first Yellow Day.

The Camp Grace cross is the last place

that we'll discover God on the Yellow Day tour,

but no worries, now that you're all here,

you're officially Yellow Dayers.

Melissa, could you explain the phrase.

- Yellow Dayers, she told me about that.

All right.

Welcome to Yellow Day.

I bet y'all have tee shirts and stuff too?

- Yeah, we do.

Mine's actually in the car.

They're kinda like collectibles to me.

I know that's weird.

- No, not at all.

It's cool.

- No, you have to read the history of the Yellow Day.

It's on the back.

Aloud, please.

- Okay.

This cross was built by

- By the great philanthropist, RW Baker,

symbolizing the meaning of Camp Grace.

Several years ago, a favorite camper, Krisanna,

used the phrase sunshiney Yellow Day,

in reference to Camp Grace.

- I know about her.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- That phrase is what inspired Mr. Baker

to start our annual Yellow Day.

The story goes a little bit like this.

- Krisanna, given her condition,

was not going to live past 15 years of age,

and it scared her, until one day, she had a dream,

where she saw heaven.

- In the heaven, God showed her,

it was an endless day at camp.

She saw Jesus there, and He would talk to him,

and when she awoke, she was never again afraid of dying.

She told everyone she could about her dream,

and from it, Camp took on a whole new personality.

It was transformed, and a new phrase began to emerge.

It came from what she said,

that this eternal day she dreamed about

became her bright, sunshiney, Yellow Day.

- Hey, you all right, man.

- Yeah, man. Dust, it's crazy.

- When Mr. Baker heard the story,

he too was touched by the Holy Spirit.

He declared a day for the camp, the Yellow Day.

It highlights the camp, but also symbolizes the heaven

Jesus promises.

- Well, that's beautiful.

What's this?

- A lot of the kids who attend Camp Grace

are really sick.

They don't live long past attending.

- Bless them.

- There's a ceremony every Yellow Day to celebrate them.

We call them eternal Yellow Dayers.

Their names are on this list.

- Are you okay?

- You ever have a premonition?

- Yeah, I guess.

- Just a lot happened this afternoon.

- You don't see your name on that list, do you?

- Hey, I have something for you,

Mr. Good Man.

- What do you think of my sash?

- It is beautiful.

- Guess who gave it to me?

- Who?

- Everyone calls him Mr. RW Baker,

but I know his real name.

- What is it?

- Mr. King David, silly.

- I just love this.

I bring it everywhere with me now,

so I'm always in Yellow Day.

- You know, it looks familiar.

- Where'd you get that?

Come on.

You know time's not the same when you're with me,

and I even have her Yellow Day pin from last year.

- You mean, she gave you her pin?

- Yeah.

- Wow, your girly must really like you, then.

- You're now officially a Yellow Dayer.

- What does that mean?

- It means you are one chisel closer

to becoming a David.

- What's wrong?

- I don't know if I'll ever get to show her.

- Show her what?

- That I've become a David.

- I'm sorry.

- Why?

- I don't think I've been a very good partner.

I thought I could help you find her, but I didn't.

- You did.

Just, in another way.

It's the lunch bell.

Maybe she's at lunch.

We should go see.

- Maybe.

The tour ends, and with it,

he leaves the visions of light.

It would have been the perfect moment,

when his lost love should appear,

but she does not, and the light goes,

thus beginning the second part of his journey,

his witness to the dark.

- Right.

Dinner is served.

What?

Hey, do you want half, or not?

You know, there's a secret to my peanut butter sandwiches.

I add banana slices with honey.

Pretty good?

- It's better than I thought it would be.

- It took him two years for my granddaddy to get me

to try it, but never went back.

- Tell me about your granddaddy.

- Well, I quit my job, came back to spend time

with him before he died.

- Sounded like a special guy.

- He was.

- Could I get some of that water?

- Yeah, of course.

- This peanut butter is sticking to the roof of my mouth.

- You know, he never really did anything

that the world might call big,

but by the quiet way that he spent his life,

changed mine, and he was rare,

a man of principle.

- Are you a man of principle?

- I try.

- You try what?

- Nothing. Thanks.

Where is everyone?

- Dude, you really are in space.

They're in line, getting lunch.

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- Okay, so, I have an idea how to get around

this whole, "I don't want them to know who I am,

"and arrest me," thing.

- I am not listening.

- Dude, it's the perfect plan.

I'll get my girl, and you'll find yours.

At least let me tell you how the plan works.

You have a plan?

- Okay, so I haven't worked out the details yet,

but, you know...

- I've been arrested, and if memory serves,

it wasn't because I was guilty,

it was because you had a plan.

- Dude, that was a total misunderstanding.

- You were driving backwards on the freeway.

- I missed my exit.

I didn't see a no U-turn sign.

- Whit, I had to take the bus for three months.

- Game on.

- No.

- I just love this camp.

- Really?

Just fills my soul.

- Does it?

- It does.

My gosh, does he really think that's gonna work?

- It's actually worked for him before.

- I was sure we'd see her at lunch.

- Yeah, I thought so too.

I'm not sure why we haven't.

- Hey, you okay.

You look funny around the eyes.

- Don't pay attention to him.

- No, you better pay attention to me.

You see your friend over there?

He's a nut, but he has ambition.

You should try to be more like him.

Leave him alone, Sydney.

- I'm glad she thinks my name is Benjamin.

She doesn't look upset.

- She's not.

- Benjamin, I am so excited.

You guys, people have committed to help before,

but never like this.

We'd be honored if you join us onstage

for the rest of Yellow Day.

- Haha.

- He gets to go onstage.

- Sydney.

- He?

I waited five years to go onstage.

- Well, I think that's wonderful, Benjamin,

and such a big honor.

You must have committed a year of your life

to our Congo mission or something.

- I did.

- It's gonna be so much fun.

- Come on.

- You did what?

- He really is something.

Now, what do you do for work, dear?

- I'm a writer.

- What did I tell you?

See, I knew he was trouble.

I knew it from the beginning.

- You're a writer?

- I am.

- You never told me.

Like, books and stuff.

- Well, a book.

- Does she know?

- She had to drag it out of me.

How was my water?

- You don't seem completely like a CPA.

- Okay, what is your problem with CPAs?

- I don't have a problem with CPAs.

- Well, I'm also

a writer.

- Wow.

- What?

I am.

- Okay.

- And how do I know you're so good at music?

And where did you study?

- Julliard.

- You did not. Come on.

- Yes, I did.

- Julliard.

That's like one of the best schools in the world.

Really? Okay.

Prove it to me.

- How?

- There's a piano behind me.

Play something.

- Just because I said I could doesn't mean I will.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

- Well, what about you?

Mr. CPA.

- I said I'm a writer.

Whatever.

- Okay, look, I'm sorry.

What do you write about?

- What I write about.

- See, you could just be saying this to impress me.

- I write about faith.

- So, you're into the Christian genre?

- Not exactly.

- Do you have anything with you.

- No, I don't.

- It's in your bag, isn't it?

- Again, no. No.

- It is.

- It is not.

It is not.

Hey, come one. Don't.

You know, it's not that interesting.

You don't need to.

Please, just don't mess the pages up.

- Pages.

I knew it was in here.

- Okay, maybe it is.

You don't need to.

- Ha, I bet it's got wizards somewhere in it.

Ha, am I right?

Another fantasy epic?

Another Lord of the Rings ripoff?

Maybe some teenage vampire love triangle?

Wow, this is long.

- Yep.

- Wow.

This is all in verse.

- Iambic pentameter, to be precise.

- Like poetry?

- Well, if I am going to write for the Lord.

- How long did this take you?

- Going on three years.

I guess, seven, if you count all the study

and work toward it.

- What is it about?

- Well.

It considers a vast amount of things,

but it's at heart, something reminiscent

of TS Eliot's Four Quartets, in longer form and narrative.

I considered various other writers.

Dante, Lewis, Shakespeare.

Yes, Tolkien.

Although, there are no elves.

And the meta narrative comes from my favorite moment

in literature, that of the wandering knight

in Keats' La Belle Dame sans Merci.

Have you ever heard of it?

- I don't think so.

- It's about a man who is lulled to sleep

by the woman that he loves.

He never sees the woman again, but he forever wanders

by a lake, just hoping she'll appear.

- You're not a writer.

You're a poet.

- No self-respecting, aspiring poet,

would ever call themselves a poet.

I like to use the word troubadour.

- I'm giving you another compliment.

Don't kill it by revealing more sides of your inner nerd.

- Fair enough.

- So when does this get published?

- Who publishes things like that these days?

- This is amazing.

- I write for Him.

- Maybe so, but that doesn't mean

it should be locked up in a box under your bed

where no one's ever gonna see it.

He didn't give you this desire for you to cover it up.

You need to share it.

- I suppose I've been too nervous to show anybody.

- How brilliant you are?

This would get published.

So, I'll play for you.

- I can't believe that Benjamin gets to take the stage.

- Okay, everyone.

Hope you had a great lunch.

We're now on to our awards ceremony.

Each year, at each of our ten camps,

one camper is selected,

who most exhibits the Yellow Day spirit.

These are our camper representatives,

and they're here today.

- It is from these campers and counselors

that we will award our two Yellow Day awards:

one for camper of the year,

and one for counselor of the year.

I'd like to present counselor of the year to:

Melissa Jones!

- I remember when I was on that stage.

- You were on that stage?

What camp were you part of?

- I was part of the one for girls that have moms

and dads that aren't nice to them.

- And now, I'd like to bring up a very special person

to Camp Grace, last year's winner of Camper of the Year,

David Michael.

And this year's Camper of the Year goes to:

Anna Bron!

- I won that award too!

- You won Camper of the Year?

- I did.

- Wow.

- Some of you don't know that Anna

is an excellent piano player.

Anna, would you mind playing a little something?

- I'll play too.

- You will?

- Okay, okay.

All right, show off.

Julliard seems realistic now.

- Good.

- No, no, no. Please.

Keep playing.

You read something I wrote I never showed anyone before.

Please.

- Okay.

- Have you been playing since you were four or something?

- No.

We couldn't afford a piano.

I've only played at Camp Grace.

Actually, I won Camper of the Year once,

at the Yellow Day.

- You sound more proud of that than you are of Julliard.

- I am.

- You're not even being fair right now.

You're just messing around.

- So.

- So, play something that you wrote.

I can only believe, knowing you, it'd be as pretty

as the Yellow Day.

Please?

- This is Judith.

- That was amazing!

- Thanks, I practice a lot.

- Well, it shows.

I don't understand.

Hey, hey.

What's wrong?

- I don't want to go.

- Who's Judith?

- I played the song.

Isn't that enough?

- Well, yeah, I just.

I thought you could tell me.

- Look, it's no one.

Come on.

- No one.

It must be nice.

- What must be nice?

- To have a normal life.

- Nobody has a normal life.

- I'd like family like your granddaddy.

Just one family member would be enough.

One solid good man.

- When Granddaddy was young, he was

the guy everyone wanted to be.

Just to be in his family was something.

I'd go into his office, and he'd greet me there,

and he would throw me that yellow ball,

and tell me to always look on the bright side,

and he really messed up.

He went to jail, and they only let him come home

last year to pass away.

My grandfather had a problem with alcohol.

The third time he was arrested for a DUI,

he was taken away in an ambulance.

My parents, who were also in the car,

they didn't make it.

- But,

you made up with your granddaddy.

- I did.

And he made his peace with Jesus.

I could have hated him,

but I chose to see him for the man that he became,

and maybe without that,

he never would have become

- the Good Man.

- Good man.

It's funny, I thought if I brought that ball here,

left it, somebody might find it, but I guess,

in a way, it led me here.

To you.

You asked me who the good and the bad man is.

Honestly, I think we're all both,

but we should always try to move ahead, you know?

Towards

the Yellow Day.

- I'm Monica.

Judith is my mom.

- Wow, she's, she's.

She looks just like you.

- I found this picture when I was about 17.

It was right after we argued one night.

And I just fell in love.

When I look at this picture, I see her soul.

I see her looking back at me, and,

I see everything she really wanted to be.

This is me.

At Camp Grace.

- And now, we come to the end of the Yellow Day,

and our final event, the Eternal Yellow Day Ceremony.

Every year, some of our campers pass on to heaven,

to the eternal Yellow Day.

We all know the overwhelming sadness that comes

with their passing, but as our founder said,

even when the darkness of this world is upon us,

be not afraid, for the light is eternal,

and will prevail.

Taylor.

- Von Adner.

Jennifer Cook.

Carl Greg.

Shannon Hester.

- And finally, we had a major participant

in the Yellow Day in Camp Grace pass on unexpectedly

this year.

Monica Whitman was one of the best camp helpers

we ever had here.

Through her heart, her life,

her music, she inspired us all.

We'll miss you, Monica.

- Don't leave, please.

I can protect you.

Monica!

Will you remember it?

That's right.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

- Of what?

- Of the reason I came to church tonight.

- Yeah?

- After the Yellow Day, my mom called me,

yelling at me.

She does that when she's scared.

Normally, I don't care, but after that,

her boyfriend called me, and yelled at me,

and then he called again, and then he texted.

He hits her.

He threatened.

What he's capable of.

I'm afraid.

- Well, we'll have to do something about it.

- How?

- As soon as we get out of here,

we'll call the police, we'll...

- You'll help?

- Of course.

I like you.

- Please, don't.

- No, I really do.

- I can't.

- But, okay, I'm sorry.

It's just,

you meet a girl in church, you come here to pray,

and all of a sudden.

- Just stop.

- Okay, okay.

- Look, I'm sorry.

You think you know me, but you don't.

This may seem fun, but if you really knew me, you'd know.

- What, that you're messed up?

I mess up too.

- I'm really messed up.

- No, you're not.

Okay, maybe I don't know you all that well,

and, yes, in a place like this,

things might seem ideal, but,

I know messed up, okay?

I've been there, and as you know,

with God, there isn't anything that can't be repaired.

- I know.

- Monica, I see you.

All right, you are not where you're from.

You are you.

I'm John.

- Hi, John.

I can't believe I'm meeting you now,

the night before I leave.

- You're leaving?

- Yeah.

- Why?

- Granddaddy's gone, I accepted a job in Dallas.

- As a CPA.

- Yeah.

- I guess it's just as well.

I don't live here either.

- You don't?

- No.

I just came for the Yellow Day.

I promised I'd go every year.

- You know, it's really easy to keep in touch these days.

- Or, we could go off the grid.

- That sounds fun. Where to?

- I don't know, someplace with great sunrises,

and water.

- And music and statues.

- And good men.

- And Yellow Days.

I can't be a David without you.

My, John.

- No, I can't.

- You are a David.

What time is your flight tomorrow?

9:30 in the morning.

- Wow.

- Yeah.

- You're gonna get no sleep.

- I don't care.

- You need some sleep.

- I don't know how I'm supposed to sleep right now.

- Use this.

- No, you have that.

It's softer.

- I'll use this.

- Don't let anybody read it.

I'm serious.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- See you in the morning.

- I can't wait.

- What time is it?

How about 10:30?

- I missed my flight.

Did you see a girl in here?

Yeah, she just left a few minutes ago.

- Why didn't you wake me up?

- You just looked so peaceful.

- Monica! Monica, wait!

And now, the risk was that hope

would fade from him forever.

But as the great king had long ago,

the Good Man managed with all his strength

only the weakest of prayers, and in that prayer.

- Hey.

- Hey.

I just found out you knew Monica.

- Yeah.

The service today, it would have met all her expectations.

Thank you.

She meant so much to this place.

- When Monica died, did she?

- Peacefully at the hospital.

- So it was sweet then?

She didn't suffer at all?

It wasn't violent?

No, nothing like that.

She passed to Jesus with everyone she loved around her,

even her grandchildren from Vermont.

- What?

- Her family around her.

- No.

You just said her grandchildren?

- I thought you said she was our age.

- She was.

- No, she was in her 90s.

What?

- Okay, brunette, mid 20s,

went to Julliard for piano.

- You're talking about Crissy.

- No, Monica.

- Crissy's first name is Monica,

but only a few people even knew that.

It was a very personal name to her.

- Well, look at that.

She's not dead.

- That makes a lot of sense!

When I kept calling the camp to ask

about a former camper named Monica,

but I didn't know her last name,

- Yeah, and I know why she would choose Monica,

because "Crissy?"

That's not really a cool name.

Right?

- Wait, you were the one who was calling?

You're John?

- Hi.

- Hi, wow.

I'm surprised you weren't arrested.

- He almost was, thanks to my charm.

- So, she's alive.

- Yeah.

But, we haven't seen her in almost a year,

and she and I were good friends.

- Really?

- Her mother was killed a year ago,

by a man she'd been seeing,

and she hasn't talked to us or anyone else, really,

since then.

Coming back to camp was hard for her.

She just cut us all off.

Said something about going off the grid.

This is actually the first Yellow Day she's missed

in a really long time.

I was hoping I'd see her, but.

- Do you have any way you can get ahold of her?

- I only have an old phone number,

and she went off social media, and email,

and everything.

- Wow.

I was so afraid that she'd passed,

I've just been going over it again and again

in my head all day.

- It's amazing what nightmares we can create.

- Yeah.

- You know what?

Here's my card.

Shoot me an email with all of your contact information,

and if I hear anything, I'll call you.

- Thank you.

- Welcome.

- See that?

Told you I could work out this whole jail time deal.

- Thank you.

- Hey, John, didn't you say you wanted to go back

to the church for memory's sake?

- Yes.

- Well, I figured you could use a little alone time,

you know what I mean?

I.

- I didn't get a chance to walk around the camp

as much as I'd like.

- Well, I'd be happy to show you, Benjamin.

- Fantastic.

Benjamin.

Don't you think you should

- Pick me up later, right?

- Sure.

My man.

It's like we complete each other's thoughts.

It's crazy.

So now that I'm going off to the Congo.

- Don't go to the Congo.

- Okay.

So now that I'm staying here at Camp Grace,

I'd like to talk to you about this whole Benjamin thing.

You're okay.

- Yes.

- I was confused.

John, you know I'm just sent to guide you.

Simply a vision of how you see Monica as a little girl.

Go find her, John.

A great king in the darkest night

of his soul had once opened himself to God,

and from it, grace abounded, and now John

took his place as another story on the Yellow Day.

Like the stories of Krisanna, David, and Monica,

his story would inspire others

in their own hardships.

His quest at last was complete.

But still, he had not found her.

And so he found himself back at the beginning,

seeking answers,

full of hope.

- Hi.

- Monica.

I went to the Yellow Day.

I waited for you, you didn't.

- I couldn't go.

But I did want to come here.

- I never stopped looking for you.

Why did you leave without saying anything?

- When I woke up that day,

you just looked so peaceful.

So I left you for what I thought would just be a moment.

I had to go check my phone, and I had a ton

of missed calls.

It was the police, about my mom.

I had to go right then.

I just didn't know how to find you.

- I'm really sorry about your mom.

You look great.

- So do you.

- I brought you a gift.

- It actually got published.

- I knew you could do it.

- Not without you.

I was even able to quit my stiff CPA job.

I'm now officially a writer, or a David.

- And my sash!

- And I have a Yellow Day tee shirt in the car for you.

I didn't want to spoil your collection.

- Could I just have a hug?

- Pray?

♪ Farther along the way

♪ Know all about it

♪ Farther along the way

♪ Understand why

♪ So cheer up my brothers

♪ Live in the sound and shine

♪ We'll understand this

♪ All by and by

♪ Tempted and tried

♪ I wonder why the Good Man dies

♪ Bad man thrives, and Jesus Christ

♪ 'Cause He loves them both

♪ We're all castaways in need of rope

♪ Hanging on by the last threads of our hope

♪ In a house of mirror full of smoke

♪ Confusion, illusions I've seen

♪ But where did I go wrong

♪ I sang along to every chorus of the song

♪ That the devil wrote like a piper at the gate

♪ Leading mice and men down to their fate

♪ Some will courageously escape

♪ The seductive voice with the heart of faith

♪ We're welcome to learn back home

♪ There's so much more to life than we've been told

♪ That's full of beauty that will unfold

♪ And shine like you, struck gold, my wayward son

♪ The dead weight burden weighs a ton

♪ Go down to the river and let it run

♪ Wash away all the things you've done

♪ Forgiveness, all right

♪ Farther along the way

♪ No wall about it

♪ Farther along the way

♪ Understand why

♪ So cheer up my brothers

♪ Live in the song, and shine

♪ We'll understand this

♪ All by and by

♪ Yeah

♪ Lalalala, lala

♪ But still I get heartbreaks

♪ Down every side

♪ Between the rock and the compromise

♪ Like truth in the pack of lies

♪ Fighting for my soul

♪ I got no place left to go

♪ 'Cause I got change by what I've been shown

♪ Smoked lower than the world has known

♪ It keeps me rambling on

♪ And skipping like a cane

♪ From your stall

♪ I'm free to love once and for all

♪ And even when I fall, I get back up

♪ Through the joy that overflows my cup

♪ Heaven fill me with more than enough

♪ Broke down my levies and my bluffs

♪ Let the flood wash me

♪ And one day when the sky

♪ Rolls back on us

♪ Some rejoice and the others false

♪ 'Cause every knee must bow and tongue confess

♪ The son of God, he's forever blessed

♪ His is the kingdom, and we're the guests

♪ So put your voice up to the test

♪ Sing Lord come soon

♪ Farther along the way

♪ No wall about it

♪ Farther along the way

♪ Understand why

♪ So cheer up my brothers

♪ Live in the sun, and shine

♪ We'll understand this

♪ All by and by

♪ Lada