I'm hitting that time in my life where I am passing significant time markers. The first weekend in March I celebrated eighteen years of life and local church work in Calvert City. In so many ways, that day eighteen years ago remains fresh in my mind. I remember pulling up to the house in the rental truck and several people's faces as we began to unload.
Henry and Roberta were there: Henry to do all the good things Henry could do: back the truck into that narrow driveway for me, direct the unloading, and just be the excellent handyman that he was. Roberta to be so nice and welcoming, to help with the unloading, and cleaning, and to supervise Henry. :) I sure do miss them both.
Other faces come to mind also, but I am afraid to name other names because I may leave someone out. However, I will not forget the acts of kindness that were done on that day and many days since. This congregation took a preacher, his wife, and two and a half-year-old son and made us their own. We are so thankful to have been blessed, and continue to be blessed, to be a part of this congregation.
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I am proud of and thankful for your faithful work. IT is this kind of service that makes the Lord's church so very attractive.
I remember the day you came to the congregation and I absolutely knew you were the one I wanted to baptize me. I recall you asking me how long I had been a member there and I said, "Before I was born!" My mother carried me in her belly all those years ago and I can tell you, I was listening in there even then! Thank you so much for being a big part of my life all these years.
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