I remember a family of boys in Chicago who used to hoot at me and my Sunday school class as we passed their house sometimes.
One day one of those boys came into the Sunday school and made fun of everything. As he went away, I told him I was glad to see him there and hoped he would come again. He did come again and made noise, but I urged him to come the next time.
Finally one day he came, and after sitting quietly he said: “I wish you would pray for me, boys.” Not long after that that boy came to Christ and was happily saved.
ML-11/18/1979