We had eaten our nachos; we had played our games. While we were worshiping in the Youth Room, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see who it was, and even though the lights were out, I could immediately tell it was Stephen Holroyd. I asked him what was going on, and after a short pause to collect himself, through the tears, we simply said, "I wanna get baptized." So we migrated to the auditorium and welcomed a new brother into the family of God.
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