Anonymous
Thanks to everyone for reliving your memories of Dad with us. Here's mine: Mom lead me to Christ in the kitchen during spring revival at East Mountain Church when I was 7. It was dad who walked with me down the aisle, and then picked me up and held me in his arms while the members of the church passed by and welcomed me into the family of God. My best memory of that day are the tears that streamed down Daddy's face as he held me in his arms. I hadn't thought about that much until we had the Lord's Supper at church the other night, and I began to remember the first time I sat between Mom and Dad to partake for the first time, Dad's eyes on me, making sure I did it just right. Tears flowed down my face this time, as I partook in the Lord's Supper, being careful to do it just the way Dad taught me. To be raised in a Christian home is the the biggest blessing and help you can give your child. Thanks Mom and Dad, for doing that for all of us. Because you did that, we will see you again. "I was glad when they said unto me let us go into the house of the Lord."##imported-begin##Pam Brewer##imported-end##