When I was growing up, my younger sister and I looked forward to 5-Day Clubs every summer. One particular time, the teacher said, “Everyone close your eyes. Raise your hand if you would like to pray to trust Christ.” After a pause, the teacher prayed, saying, “Thank you Lord for that hand that was raised.” It was my sister’s hand. I was so embarrassed. Not because I didn’t want my sister to be saved mind you, but because she had already prayed the prayer multiple times and it seemed like the teacher thought this was the first time. I didn’t want the teacher thinking something that wasn’t true.