I know this is very unprofessional and would never get a reward for the best-developed plot in the world, not that I wanted one, but here goes, I'm back-tracking on my story again!
Okay, here we are all those little kids and their councillors sitting in a vast auditorium with a wooden floor. I was positioned near the front. This is significant because chances are pretty good that the rest of the story would have turned out differently if the girls from our cabin had been parked way at the back somewhere.
Those speakers must have really liked children, 'cuz they certainly knew how to catch our attention! A whole table full of assorted tinkling bells and a ventriloquist are the ways I remember most.
But this exact evening they weren't using exotic methods, in fact, I don't remember anything special other about the approach other than the fact that the speaker was drawing our attention to the Son of God, the Saviour of the world.
There was an altar call given and I clearly saw a picture in my mind of Jesus hanging on the cross--for me! Dying so I might be saved, surrendering His life so that I could be free.
Those that accepted the invitation were directed into one of the tiny rooms at the front of the auditorium and a leader told them about the A B C's of being saved. Are any of you familiar with that? Was it Accept that Jesus died for you, Believe that you are a sinner, Confess what He has done for you to others? I don't remember the exact wording but I do know I went away a changed child, happy, and at peace. What a beautiful way to go through life, hand in hand with God.
P.S. I just hunted around for an appropriate picture to go with this post. I'm telling you, it gives quite a sensation to see a full-color image of something that closely resembles memories from my past.
