I remember when...

[Rev]

Originally Posted by OneAccord

I remember hearing R. W Schambach say "You don't have any trouble, all you need is faith in God" at the close of his radio broadcast. And his message was about faith, not about money.

I remember Fridays nights was prayer night at the cave. The brethren of our church and I would gather at a cave just outside of town, where we'd pray and seek the Lord until daylight began to break. The cave is gone now. And so are the brethren.

I can remember walking the gravel roads back home picking up "Coke" bottles (all soda bottles were called "Coke" bottles) to sell. I'd gather enough to buy a 16 oz. RC, A bag of BBQ Fritoes and a Baby Ruth candy bar. Cost: 25 cents.

I remember going to church every night of the week. Somewhere. One time, I got off from work and we drove to Barbuorsville, KY for a tent revival. Got there in time to hear the closing prayer. Stayed and fellowshipped for a while. Got home about 3 a.m, got up at 6 a.m to go to work. That night, we went to church again. Somewhere.

I remember when if a service dismissed before 10 pm we felt backslid. A good service was one that lasted until after midnite.

I remember, at 16, feeling the Lord leading to preach on the street corner in our home town. Got there (alone) and the devil began to talk me out of it. There I stood, not wanting to disobey the Lord, yet, being afraid of preaching all alone. A little balack sister walked up and said, "Well, you gonna preach or not?" I did. Me and that little black sister had church there in the middle of Cleveland, TN.

I remember when I was afraid of missing the rapture. Walking through a grave yard one time, I noticed a grave had "sunk". I thought the rapture had taken place and I was left. I ran home and prayed that God would come back for me.

I remember standing at William Branhams grave very early one morning. A woman came walking up and talked to me about Bro. Branham. She had known him, and attended his church. She told me "Don't follow a man. Follow the Lord". As she walked away, I turned to ask her name. She was gone. Never saw her again. Not long after, I left the Branham movement to follow the Lord.

Thanks, Sister Barb, for the trip down memory lane.

we drove to Barbuorsville, KY

Did yall handle snakes that night?