It happened on a Sunday in February

One Sunday in February, a relative invited her to church.  The pastor preached, and, as he did every week, in his sermon he explained the need to believe in Christ for salvation.  Right there in her pew, she prayed in faith.

One Sunday in June, four months later, she gave her simple testimony, and the pastor smiled, affirmed her simple trust in God's saving power, and tipped her back in the water, as he quoted:

having been buried with him in baptism, in which you were also raised with him through faith in the powerful working of God...

Two others were baptized that morning.

One lady had been studying the Word of God in depth for eleven years since coming to this church.

Another came from a Catholic tradition, and when she later returned to her pew, her graying husband reached his arm behind their 9-year-old (?) son and patted her on the back. 

The details of their stories were different, but the Story was the same.  Someone(s) cared for them and invited them to a place where they could hear the Word of God.  Time passed ... either a few moments or a number of years.  They placed their faith in the blood of Jesus Christ.  Their lives were made new!