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Soon the service started. My old Pastor, Pastor Henderson stepped up to the pulpit, "Good morning, everyone." He said kindly. "Good morning." We all replied- except for Kurt who just grunted. I squeezed his hand, "Be nice." I whispered. He just sighed and looked on. Pastor Henderson began to speak about being saved, "I've been saved for about twenty-nine years! Before I was so lost. I'd go to church and feel the love of Christ and run from it. I could never sit throuugh a whole sermon." He said as he walked towards the pews. He stopped and looked at Kurt, "Young man, do you feel the power of Christ this morning?" I Held my breath in fear of Kurts response. "Amen sir. I feel it all around me. Praise the lord." He responed with a bright smile. I sighed in relief and patted his hand. He looked over at me and winked, "I can be a good boy sometimes." He whispered.