One Sunday morning during my junior year of high school, I went with my youth group to a small Christian campground nearby to serve and help with their church service. The only thing I remember about that morning is one little boy with mild cerebral palsy who sat in the back. Each time the leader would ask a question, while everyone else would guess the answer or try to remember from the last lesson, this boy would light up with a great big smile and call out "JESUS! IT'S JESUS!" until his mother quieted him down again.