When I was a kid, we had a minister and his family stay with us while they were in a revival. Bro. H. Richard Hall, his wife, Amelia and a young man who was a musician for them, Don Warren. They are terrific people. Although I have not seen them since the 1950’s, I found them on the Internet. Bro. Hall died about 2001 but the other 2 remembered me. They did not remember my dad putting chocolate in his buttermilk though. He was busy talking to them plus some other ministers. Back then, we never knew how many to cook for. Wonderful, wonderful memories. How they linger. I treasure them.
I have good memories of the pentecostal churches as well. Times like witnessing on the street and meeting many people who wanted to talk about Jesus, who wanted to know where they would be going when they die, and gave us time to share the Bible scriptures with them. While it is true that we saw many more people invited to come to church that did not come, those that did come had life conversions usually. I was blessed seeing drug addicts change their lives. I remember one couple who was living together, got married and then all their kids started going to church and started learning about Jesus.
In their own words they were blessed to have found Jesus.
I saw lives transformed.