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I Went to Church...
It was 1971, I had repented of my past sins. Problem? I didn’t know any
“Christians”; I didn’t have or know what the Bible said; I didn’t know of any
churches, except for the Catholic church: but I had seen the hypocrisy of
the priests there, at 11 years of age, and I had had decided that God was
not there. But, believe it or not, God had called me to repent, and I did.
Was I “saved”? Not by a long shot…a very long shot.
I was still visiting the bars, but NOT getting drunk anymore. I was there for
the “fellowship” and to play billiards. Anyway, on my way to “go play”, it
seemed I always passed by this building: light green, two story, and with a
funny name: “Harbor Christian Center”. I began thinking: "There must
be some Christians there. I wonder what they do. They can’t be like me: they
must be decent folk! I bet they have some tables and play things like gin
rummy, canasta, and maybe even have a ping-pong table there! Good, clean
fun", I thought. Then my imagination went further still: "Maybe I’ll visit there
some day and play a little ping-pong with them: why I might even meet a
woman, get married and become a good Christian, have kids and show them
how to play ping-pong, and gin rummy! Good, clean fun." And my sister kept
inviting me to church, and I kept declining. After all, I already had a God who
called me to repent, and I was not about to exchange Him for a religion! But
one day, I asked my sister for the name of her church.
That’s right: “Harbor Christian Center”! I did sneak in there to visit, one
day: I found out that they didn’t have a ping-pong, or canasta and gin rummy
tables. But what they did have was an old man with a tremendous voice, that
sang: “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, there’s just something about that NAME…”!
My God finally had a NAME!
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And I do love that song, There's Just Something About That Name!
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