As I look back over my life, I have been a member of a number of churches. I would be remiss in not noting their importance in my life. As a child, I attended First Baptist Church in M. My parents were members. My father taught Sunday School in the Junior Department. I was in Girl’s Auxiliary. Sunday was an all church day. I had Sunday School in the morning followed by church. Sunday evenings were devoted to Training Union where we learned skills and Bible drills. I loved when they would line us up in two lines to do Bible drills. I was pretty fast then! Wednesday night was family night supper and Girl’s Auxiliary. I was really into GA’s. I loved my leaders. They were terrific and wonderful examples of women who loved the Lord.
After my husband finished college, he was offered a job in D and we moved there. We became members of First Baptist there. It was a great church. So friendly. So many young couples. The pastor was amazing and his wife taught the Sunday School class we attended. It was a great year. We would have stayed forever except we bought a house in a nearby town and moved to C.
C was a nice little town. Country folks. Good schools. A house we could afford. AND a First Baptist Church. It was friendly and had a wonderful pastor. We knew we were home—again. We had a wonderful Sunday School class. We had women’s Bible study. Our kids played together and went to school together. It was a great fit.
Then we moved to R. In Rome, we joined a church that was close to our home. Our neighbor invited us and we liked it. The pastor was young and this was his first church. I play the piano and organ and before you could count to ten, I was the organist and played for the choir. We loved that church, too. It was small-much smaller than any of our previous churches. Being small meant we missed out on some things-like a women’s Bible study or youth trips. Then the leadership changed and I felt I needed to go elsewhere. There was just too much discord there. So we left and I became a pianist elsewhere. Another small church. The people were great but it really did not meet our spiritual needs. I was then caring for my mother who had Alzheimer’s and I was frazzled.
Fast forward to 18 months ago. We were visiting churches and looking for “the one”. A friend invited us to First Baptist. We knew after the first service that it was the one for us. It’s a large church with the friendliest bunch of Lord lovers that I have ever experienced. The pastor is awesome. The music is extraordinary. Our Sunday School teacher is awesome. We have an incredible women’s Bible Study group. We have a terrific Senior Program. I have learned to play in the bell choir. I could go on and on. I COUNT on this group of believers to support me and for me to support them. First Baptist has filled every little part of me that had been stale or “closed for business”.
These “first” churches have made an impact on my entire life. I would not be the person I am today without their love and guidance and support. I thank the Lord every day for my church. I hope you will do the same.