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On the last night, the school Chaplin, Dr. King, came and spoke to us. It was the same stuff. Jesus loves you. He died on the cross. It was the same drill. But then something happened. I don’t know what; but something, somewhere in what he was saying, clicked. He asked those who wanted Jesus to put up their hand [everyone’s eyes were closed]. Immediately my hand was in the air, confident that nobody would find out. Then he asked for those people who put their hands up to go forward for prayer. I was terrified. But then I saw a stirring in the crowd. This wasn’t like my old school. I wasn’t one of 10 in a class of 40. I went forward.

He started praying. I was SO wanting God. I asked him to come into me, knowing and understanding that he would; to be my friend, my adviser, my go-to guy, my mate. I prayed my guts out. Then there He was. It was amazing. The nothingness, then the feeling of absolute joy. ABSOLUTE joy. It was at that moment I knew that this was the joy I wanted to be feeling, not the joy of playing the Playstation or going over to mates places. Not the joy on Christmas day opening the presents, but the joy of Jesus Christ. I realized that I needed to ask for forgiveness. I prayed so HARD for it. And it came. I became overwhelmed by the Holy Spirit and started bawling my eyes out. It was as if all the badness, the swearing, the bad thoughts were just rushing out of me. It was the best feeling of my life, weeping for joy, because I was saved. The feeling I felt was AWESOME. Dude, you don’t understand unless you’ve felt it.

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