As youngster's we were my parents pride and joy, for it was to thier
delight to esscort these three handsome fellows to church on Sundays.
All cleaned up, with hair combed and no dirt under the finger nails
and dressed to kill. YES!! I have to admitt we did look special.
"not always but we did look good on Sunday's"
We attended the United Church in Trenton and spent the first hour
of church in "Sunday School" If we were good and behaved we were allowed
to go to the adult church for the second hour. I still remember the
Rev.'s name was "Mr Zoofelt" and he used to yell, and you could feel
the whole congregation jolt back in thier seats and sit straight up,
from their more relaxed positons.
For several years as I was a teen and in my twenties, I felt no
need to attened church anymore for I found that it interfered with my
sleep on Sunday mornings. (probably cause I was sleeping off the night
before).
However in the winter of 1984 we lost little brother David in a terrible
car accident, and to find comfort I returned to church.. In the
following years I developed a greater knowledge of the Bible and in
1987 dedicated my life to following Gods word and commandments. I am
not a preacher but have a better understanding as to how I am to live
my life amd what it means to show compassion to my felow man. I now
attened the Frankford Free Methodist Church and have found a new
family of caring, loving and supportive members in this church. They
have helped me over some pretty huge obsticles that I have faced.
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In this picture I am begin baptised as an adult into the grace of
god threw the holly ghost. My advice to anyone,with or without problems
or feel something missing that makes them feel uncomplete, to look to the
lord threw his house the church for the comfort understanding and wisdom
that may be found there...
