It happened almost twenty years ago. I had been here at St. Luke’s for only a few months. It was a beautiful spring day. The phone rang in our home on a Sunday afternoon. I answered and a young man on the other end of the line said he needed to tell me something and then ask me a question. The words came in a rush of emotion. He told me that a month ago, he was in our church and he felt God touching his heart and urging him to come down front to be baptized and to join the church. “It was so powerful,” he said. “I knew God was there calling me to do this, but,” he said, “I procrastinated when time came to join. I felt strongly that I should come forward but I was in the balcony in the middle of a crowded pew, and I began to think of all the reasons not to come. ‘I was so far away from the…