Here is the church I grew up at. My parents have attend First Southern Baptist Church for probably 50 years.
I attended here from the womb through high school. Mommy Muriel, Mr. Bill, Tiny, Bugs, (us punk junior boys had a lot of nicknames) Coach Ray Good, Pastor Robert Ross, Polly, Mary, and all the other faithful saints who walked Jesus out in front of me.
Big mega-churches get a lot of the spotlight, but for every one of those there are a 100 First Southerns faithfully lifting up Jesus. I was and am blessed.
Here is the first church I ever preached at. It was an independent Pentecostal church named Praise the Lord Chapel just outside of Quincy. I had just finished my sophomore year at Central Bible College and was going to Japan for the summer on a 2 month missions trip. One of my best friends growing up attended there and they invited me to preach and gave me an offering for the trip.
I still remember sitting in the parking lot going over my sermon notes early that morning. My prayer was, "God touch the lives of these people today. And PLEASE help me not to embarrass myself! PLEASE let me preach at least 15 minutes!"
Be Refreshed!
Proverbs of the Day: Proverbs 7:2 Keep my commands and you will live; guard my teachings as the apple of your eye.
Scripture of the Day: Hebrews 11:39-40 39 These were all commended for their faith, yet none of them received what had been promised. 40 God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect.
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