I sat next to him in church.  Yes, that was me.  I really was in church.  First time in a month and a half, two months.  He took copious notes on the sermon, sang every song with enthusiasm, and in general, was happy to be there.

Lots of us have been working on him.  Witnessing to him since forever.  I had a study with him every Thursday night for quite awhile.  He was always interested, but not a believer.

He gave his heart and life to the Lord three weeks ago.  Been going to the Friday night Bible study.  But this was the first that he has made it to church on Sunday.  So glad I was there to sit next to him. And to keep right on praying for him.