One Sunday morning during my junior year
of high school, I went with my youth group to a small Christian
campground nearby to serve and help with their church service. The only
thing I remember about that morning is one little boy with mild
cerebral palsy who sat in the back. Each time the leader would ask a
question, while everyone else would guess the answer or try to remember
from the last lesson, this boy would light up with a great big smile
and call out "JESUS! IT'S JESUS!" until his mother quieted him down
again.