On Easter Sunday there were three baptisms at my church; one was the relatively new husband of one of the members. Another was a young woman who had dropped in to the 'tea and toast' weekly outreach a few weeks ago and began attending each Sunday. And the third was a man called George who was a cousin of on of my long term friends who died a couple of years ago. George came to the funeral and was blown away by how things were done and how he was looked after, so he too began to attend regularly and was baptised at Easter. He is 82. How wonderful is that.
