A Nice Memory

In late October 1948 my mama started taking me to church. Just the two of us went because my dad didn't go to church back then. I was only two or three weeks old. For almost 5 years, until my brother was born, it was my mom and me making that trip every Sunday. My mother made sure that Mike and I were in church, and involved in Sunday school. I grew up having instilled in me that attending church was essential.

As I got older there were other things that I had rather be doing than going to church. By then my dad had started going with us, and he was as determined  as my mother that church was the place I would be on Sunday morning. In my college days I went through a period where I didn't go to church every Sunday. Later in my early forties I went through a dark time when I stopped going to church. I'll have to say that was the worst time of my life. I thank God that he got my life redirected, and back on track.

For almost 69 years I have been going to church. Sherri and I have moved several times, and we have been members of many different local churches. That's the life of most pastors. I look forward to attending church on Sunday. There is no way I can explain why church is so important to me because most people would not be able to understand. I think that I enjoy going to church because I am with people who love the same way I love. They love the same person I love-Jesus Christ our Savior. We all have a desire to worship our God, and praise him not just because of what he has given us, but because he is worthy. Yep I'm excited about going to church today.