I made my profession of faith at revival when I was 10 or 11 (fifth grade). As one matures in their faith, I guess one sometimes questions the validity of a decision at such a young age. Being brought up always going to church, one wonders whether one makes the decision because everyone else was and you think you're expected to or was it a genine decision. Several of my friends made their profession the same night. We were baptised by George Harris (I think) at Hertford Baptist Church in their baptismal pool one Sunday afternoon. One of the things that I remember was being in a strange place. I had never seen a baptisting inside before and felt very strange. Mom remembered my change of clothes, but no towel. I dried off with several men's hankerchiefs. Throughout my life, God had been closer to me at times. But, never has he been really REAL to me until I began to have regular Bible study. I mean the kind where it's just you, God and the Holy Word. I relate it to the Uncle Sam poster- where he's always pointing to you no matter where you're standing. It seems that no matter where I'm reading, it speaks to me about something that going on in my life that very day. I believe it really begins, when you seek God. We've all heard, Seek and ye shall find. Well I'm here to testify - SEEK and you will find God.
Love and prayers for you, Joyce, Ed, Barry and Cathy - and the rest of you too!
Love, Aunt B.
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