become accustomed, was not there. I did not know what it was, but I knew what it wasn’t. Sunday after Sunday I would go home from church and say to my wife, “It was a good service, but it is not the same. it’s not right, but I can’t put my finger on it.” That elusive “something” was missing. One Sunday morning, fifty-seven people made decisions for Christ and joined the church. The next Sunday there were thirty-nine. The following Sunday it happened! That special “something” I had missed was there.