You know, I went to a Baptist vacation bible school just once with a friend, and I had exactly the same vacation bible school experience of being invited to come forward and accept Jesus Christ as my personal lord and savior! Coming as I did from long line of indifferent Congregationalists, the prospect of walking to the front of the church with a hundred pairs of zealous eyes boring into my soul only to be dunked under the water in a kiddie wading pool didn’t appeal. In our church there was no eye contact, let alone mid-sermon swimming. I’ll admit the Baptist minister’s threat of spending eternity in the lake of fire was persuasive, if not downright coercive, which I suspect was the point. But I hung tough and stayed put in my chair. I have never regretted it.