City Church

"Having been born of goodly parents" I started attending a small Prebyterian Church on a street corner just a short distance from our house. I was four years old. My aunt and cousin lived across the street from my family. They took me to Church with them. God touched me when I was very young and I have always believed. I loved to sing the little songs that children sing in Sunday School - "Jesus Loves Me", "The B-I-B-L-E, and "This Little Light of Mine". I loved listening to the Bible stories - "Noah's Ark", "David and Goliath" and all those about Jesus. My parents weren't particularly religious, but they did respect religious faith. So when I asked if we could say grace before meals, they agreed. From that day forward and whenever we ate together as a family they had me say grace. For two years we lived in that old house on that old street in a quiet small town at the tip-top of Virginia in the beautiful Shenandoah Valley. For two years I attended that little Presbyterian Church on the corner. It would be the Presbyterian Church that raised me in my Christian faith.