Sixty four years ago I went with my parents to church... As grew in age and stature I would listen to preacher after preacher rattle on , always thinking I would rather be somewhere else, than listen to this

... If you were preaching to me in essence you were preaching to a post... I heard the singing and the prayers and continued going with my folk until I joined the Marines and then I left for Vietnam... I guess the Lord knew I needed a new environment to wake me up... The church that I grew up in that I thought was a bother, for some unknown reason I couldn't get out of my heart, mind and soul... The Lord only had changed my cold and stony heart and I knew I had something better waiting when I got home... I starting writing to our church paper, telling them how much I missed them and longed to be united with them... They wrote back our prayers are for you and with you... In the middle of a war zone I was delivered, in the heat of battle I was saved, to return home and join the church where I grew up.
At the age of 22 I united with the church in baptism, a church I help my father and the members build in 1958 at the age of 12... I soon became a song leader, leading songs along side my father, who has long gone to be with the Lord... I've now been trying to follow the Lord over 50 years... When I think of my journey, I'm reminded of the thief on the cross the criminal who was crucified with Jesus... What did he do, that merited him heaven?... The Lord changed him on the cross, he didn't change himself... The Lord is my all in all!.. My Salvation!... We have an AWESOME GOD!... Brother Glen