Ten minutes before my teenagers’ baptism was scheduled to begin, God drenched our entire city in a torrential downpour, the first rain in three months. Rain dripped and poured into the building through cracks in windows and. Friends called, saying they were stranded.
“Oh no,” I thought, “We’ve been waiting for this milestone celebration for such a long time. How can this be happening?”
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