Today's article by Brother Rich Nath is another installment in the series, "The Day He Found Me."
June 20, 1993, GMBA Campout at Antiochian Village in Ligonier, PA. That’s the day the Lord called me. The story actually begins the day before. Someone told me, “You know, they preach baptism at camp.” I laughed and said, “That’s the furthest thing from my mind. I’m going to play football with the guys.” The priorities of a 15-year-old aren’t always what we would hope them to be. I admit that when I left for camp that Saturday afternoon, baptism was nowhere near the top of my priority list.
Sunday morning at camp, we had a very nice meeting, and the young people sang a few songs. The only one I remember was, “A New Name Written Down in Glory.” Throughout the day, that song stuck with me, but I didn’t think anything of it. It was a catchy tune, and I kept humming it. We had dinner, and I got ready for the evening meeting.