Photo of the day:
After
a year and a half and the church was doing well and Sundays were better with
class rooms. I answer another direction changing phone call.
This one from the NC State
Overseer, “WE are proud of your work there in Rutherfordton, but would you consider
leaving to organize a new church plant in the New Hope area of Gaston County?”
After
some thoughts and prayers Sherry and I agreed to move again.
We found a deserted auto garage and 3 acres of land with an old 3 or 4
room deserted house. We had the house moved into a field behind the garage.
Then dug a hole for an outhouse. Our sons still brag about living in a house
with an outhouse. LOL.
We then remodeled the garage, making a nice church out of it. It even had toilets with running water that we did not have at the time in the parsonage. LOL A fellow minister who was a REAL builder came down and helped me add space onto the church making it ‘L’ shape. We used it as a Parsonage; the plans were to make SS rooms there when we built a final parsonage.
We
started with about 15-20 people and gained up toward 80 in attendance. Wonderful people as in other churches, we
were like a family. We had great workers, singers and musicians. We were really enjoying
ourselves and serving the Lord, doing His work.
My
dad always felt that 30 minutes for a sermon was about all the average person
would really hear and learn. My sermons were around 20 to 35 minutes. It seemed to work.
We had no problems to amount to anything. Jack Jr. had started school;
Sherry even got her old job back. We both
had family near, Life was good....... And
then….. the doubts started invading my
mind….. I prayed and fasted to try to keep them back, but they persisted.
I want to suggest that you never Try to Prove God, belief in God is a
Faith thing. I became a Thomas, remember him?
He said, “Jesus is alive? You gotta be kidding me, I know he was killed, it was published all
over. He was buried, REMEBER? I even witnessed part of it. UNLESS I SEE THE SCARS, and TOUCH THE NAIL
PRINTS I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!
You have heard of Gideon and the Fleece placed before the Lord. Well it worked for him…
I tried that…….. I will try to end this long story
tomorrow. As you know from my life I did
not continue as a minister. If I
continue, the Next part of my life is not all public knowledge and not any fun
to write about, but I will try.
Nite Shipslog
PS:
God has allowed us to
meet some of the best folk on the planet; in person and here on the net. Thank you all for being here… and being YOU!
5 comments:
Again, I'm so glad you're telling (re-telling?) these episodes. (If you'd published this before, I apologize.) Honestly, I can't envision living in a home with an 'outhouse' and no running water. Sherry's stock just keeps going up and up. (*grin*)
As for me, if a preacher's sermon goes beyond the 30-min. mark I grow restless. Day before yesterday, however, the guest pastor went almost an hour -- and (apologies to Pastor Janet) I didn't want him to stop!
Love that opening photo ... especially the caption. I may borrow that line sometime!
What a wide and varied life you've leet. You have friends in high places for sure! You are such a good story teller. Outhouses are definitely a thing of the past for most, I do remember when the roadside rest stops even had them. I'll never forget one Easter Sunday ride we went on my sister's Easter bonnet fell down the hole at one of them. She was so upset over loosing it that way, I'm sure she never forgot it either. We are still in the deep freeze here in northern Ohio, I hope you all are warming up some.
Thank you so much, Jack, for sharing your story with us here. I learn a lot by visiting you.
You must have been a formidable pastor and preacher. May God continue to bless you and your family.
I didn’t know you were a pastor in the past
I do feel that in all the years we’ve followed each other
You weren’t as close to the church
as you are to our Father now
That’s what really matters
You have an interesting life. It is so nice reading about it.
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