It was just a few months earlier, in May, that I darkened a churches door just a few blocks from where I was living.
Living?
Yeah sure. Screwed up two marriages after initially accepting Christ in the service. Hadn’t been attending a church since returning from overseas, in 1963.
Finally, giving up, Looking in Saturday paper for church ads, looking for a Baptist one, since I got ‘saved’ in one in Moses Lake, Washington, when that ‘voice’ again said, “What about the church down the street?”
What church?
I drove by and the sign said “Wesleyan”, something I’d never heard of. ‘They might be weird or something...’
I tried it the next day and my fears were confirmed - they WERE weird!
They took me in and kept me!
(And I need to get off this computer and get ready to go there this morning.)
bttt