Today's article by Sister Stefanie Callens is another installment in the series, "The Day He Found Me."
In a few days on Sept. 21, it will be 22 years since I surrendered unto the Lord. I cannot believe how quickly time goes by!
I was at an Atlantic Coast Area Campout in New Jersey. At 14 years old, my plan was to hang out with my friends and maybe talk to some of the cute boys who were going to be there. As we were roasting marshmallows that Saturday night, my friend, the late Sister Stephanie Crupi, and I were talking with my dad and a couple other ministers about why we had to actually be called to get baptized.
We went to church on Sundays, prayed, and followed the Lord's teachings. Why couldn't we just be baptized then and there? Instead of preaching to us, the brothers simply told us to pray about it. If we woke up in the morning and the first thought we had was baptism, then we were being called, and that would be our day.