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Some years ago, at age 13 or 14, a friend of my younger sister named Jora was spending the night at my house. We were all being very silly, probably due largely to the combination of the late hour and caffinated beverages. Jora and I began to play in the blankets. I honestly haven't a clue what we were doing. At any rate, I remarked casually at one point that we looked like a couple of nuns with the blankets over our heads, except that, "You really ought to be a Christian before you're a nun." "You're not a Christian?" "Nah, I'm not really anything. What about you?" "I'm a Bah�'�. Ooh, I have a great idea! You should come with us to Crimson Ark tomorrow morning! It's so great ..." This all came in what I was soon to learn was typical Jora fashion: about as subtle as your average heart attack. I thank God for knowing how dense I can be, and delivering to me His message accordingly ...
And so I went to the Junior Youth class at Crimson Ark Bah�'� School. And went back the next week. And the week after that. And every week that class was held until the last class of the school year, 1998. I was 15.
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