Twelve little Latinos were added to the body of Christ today in a ceremony that lasted an hour and a half. (I'll add pictures later.) The deacon who presided did a great job, catechizing the adults and urging them to be faithful to what Baptism means. He used a certain "call back" form of preaching, expecting the assembly to respond with as much power as he had used, and if the response was weak, he had them repeat the answers two or three times until they could THUNDER it back. As we were exiting the church, a quincenera was about to begin, so teens in matching formals were waiting--girls in the vestibule, boys still awkwardly milling about on the steps outside.
Interesting: before the baptisms, the Church was locked. As I approached, I saw two young women sitting on the railing while a third approached, spoke briefly with them and gave them some literature. I was near enough at that point to say my own "Good Morning," and the third woman quickly left. The literature? Watchtower. On my way home, I passed the Kingdom Hall, with its signage in English, Spanish and Polish.