Five teens would be chosen from the Northwest Illinois District, where there were over 2,000 Nazarenes. Maybe 200 teens would apply. My chances were 1 in 40.
I was determined to be selected.
1. I became a Johnny Nazarene, going to everything, even activities that most teens avoided: prayer meeting, choir, missionary society. I sang in front of the church twice.
2. I went down to the altar regularly.
my sort-of boyfriend (as long as there were girls around), was planning to go next fall. It offered 30 majors, but everyone assumed that I would be studying to become a preacher, evangelist, minister of music, or missionary.
The strategy worked: in March 1977, the District announced the names of the delegates, and I was #1.
As the days and weeks of my junior year at Rocky High passed, Verne began to conjure an idyllic future for us. We would be roommates at Olivet, of course, and take lots of the same classes. He would play football, and I would be an athletic trainer.
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