I have mentioned many times how I grazed just over the wrong side of the fence as a teen and then in my early twenties I tried to straddle it as best I could. Mostly on the right side but clearly not making the Lord a priority in my life. That is about to change.
Shortly after our move to Florida, we began the search for a church. We found one we liked pretty much and they had a great youth program so we began attending there regularly.
My sister and her new husband who were living in PA., where Christian school teachers and they heard of a school in our area that was looking for teachers. She asked if we wouldn't mind visiting the church and letting them know what we thought. So that Saturday we set out to find the church so we could see just how far away from us it was. We could also see what time their service started on Sunday evening. Well, we could not find this church. The town it was in was very close to ours but we couldn't find the street. So we stopped at the fire department. They ought to know, right? It turned out to be Devine leading cause the Chief and two other firemen went to this church. They told us everything we needed to know.
Sunday morning we went to our own church and when the service was over, Glen and I felt like we needed to join. So we did. We never returned. God was having no part of it. He had a plan for us to become members at this little church called Victory that we had spent all day looking for on Saturday. The minute we walked in the doors we were made to feel at home and after we heard the message, we were sold. The Pastor had a great sense of humor and when we joined the church he leaned over and said, "Now you will be back tonight, right?"
My sister and her husband never came and taught there. It was just God's way of using them to get us to the right place. Under the the teaching of Pastor Taylor, Glen and I grew and grew in the Lord. We learned so much about God's Word. Things we had never heard before. See, Pastor Taylor taught the whole Bible. He didn't leave out what might offend some of his members.
Glen and I had torn the fence down. No more straddling, no more hanging on, no more running back to it. Our course has been set and we only wanted to grow stronger and stronger in our faith from this point on. Do we fall, do we make mistakes, do we sin? Of course we do. But we are sinners saved by grace. We are washed in the blood of Christ. Clean, clean, clean. Hallelujah! Our years at Victory Baptist will never be forgotten. We made lifelong friendships there. It truly was a church family and we still love them all.
Shortly after our move to Florida, we began the search for a church. We found one we liked pretty much and they had a great youth program so we began attending there regularly.
My sister and her new husband who were living in PA., where Christian school teachers and they heard of a school in our area that was looking for teachers. She asked if we wouldn't mind visiting the church and letting them know what we thought. So that Saturday we set out to find the church so we could see just how far away from us it was. We could also see what time their service started on Sunday evening. Well, we could not find this church. The town it was in was very close to ours but we couldn't find the street. So we stopped at the fire department. They ought to know, right? It turned out to be Devine leading cause the Chief and two other firemen went to this church. They told us everything we needed to know.
Sunday morning we went to our own church and when the service was over, Glen and I felt like we needed to join. So we did. We never returned. God was having no part of it. He had a plan for us to become members at this little church called Victory that we had spent all day looking for on Saturday. The minute we walked in the doors we were made to feel at home and after we heard the message, we were sold. The Pastor had a great sense of humor and when we joined the church he leaned over and said, "Now you will be back tonight, right?"
My sister and her husband never came and taught there. It was just God's way of using them to get us to the right place. Under the the teaching of Pastor Taylor, Glen and I grew and grew in the Lord. We learned so much about God's Word. Things we had never heard before. See, Pastor Taylor taught the whole Bible. He didn't leave out what might offend some of his members.
Glen and I had torn the fence down. No more straddling, no more hanging on, no more running back to it. Our course has been set and we only wanted to grow stronger and stronger in our faith from this point on. Do we fall, do we make mistakes, do we sin? Of course we do. But we are sinners saved by grace. We are washed in the blood of Christ. Clean, clean, clean. Hallelujah! Our years at Victory Baptist will never be forgotten. We made lifelong friendships there. It truly was a church family and we still love them all.
