I frankly don't remember very much of it. I never really do. As the message began, I resigned myself to another round of let's-try-not-to-fall-asleep-this-time!
About halfway through the message, a young man walked up the center aisle. Purple T-shirt. Tight black jeans. He stood right in front of the stage and looked up at the pastor.
"My name's Collin," he said, "I want to get baptized."
There was a collective intake of breath across the auditorium.
"Uh... Can you wait until tomorrow?" the pastor said, mid-message.
"No," Collin said, "I want to get baptized today."
The pastor froze. I shifted uncomfortably, sleep forgotten.
"Why don't you take a seat over there?" the pastor said, "We'll work something out."
Collin turned, walking straight past the seats to the back of the auditorium. At the door, he bolted and ran.
I sat, thinking, how many more have we lost?
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