I was sitting in a large church, about half-way back from the front, filled with people. I had been here once before and had heard a middle-aged minister preach a sermon which had made me cry. This time a young blond-haired fellow stood behind the pulpit and began preaching. Even though he seemed inexperienced, tears began flowing from my eyes.

People began singing, and I looked for the song in a hymnal, but I couldn't find the song.

I stood up and moved to my right into the aisle which was lined with short pillars. I walked down the aisle toward the pulpit, took a seat near the front, and watched the preacher from close range. 

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