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At lunch time in the summer, I always went out to my car to read the Bible and pray,
And one day I decided a part of it aloud, because I didn't understand what it said:
"He was led like a sheep to the slaughter,
and as a lamb before the shearer is silent,
so he did not open his mouth.
In his humiliation he was deprived of justice.
Who can speak of his descendants?
For his life was taken from the earth."
As I was reading it, a man named Phil--who worked there too--came up to my car and asked,
"Do you understand what you're reading? and I shook my head 'no' behind the glass,
"How can I, unless someone explains it to me?" and I invited him to sit in the car, too--
He smiled as he got in the other side, and I just smiled back, not sure what he would do
"Tell me, please, who is the prophet talking about, himself or someone else?
Then Phil began with that very passage of Scripture and told me the good news about Jesus.
Fascinated, I drove away as he spoke and we came upon a river near the high rise--
Phil said, "Stop!" I did, and said, "Look, there's water. Why shouldn't I be baptized?
So we both went into the water that day as my friend Phil baptized me into Jesus Christ,
But was surprised when I came up out of the water that Phil was nowhere, nowhere in sight!
--based on Acts 8:26-40 (NIV)
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