I recently heard from Bill Long, the preacher who baptized me in 1957. After reading my book, Spillin’ the Beans, he reminded me of a couple of his additional memories of Mother and Daddy. He always stayed with us while he held “gospel meetings” at the white frame Clearview Church of Christ. He’d preach every … [Read more…]
Most of my childhood summers were spent in two activities: preparing food or going to church. Whether Mother and I were cooking dinner (the noon meal) for a farm crew or canning and freezing vegetables, we were constantly in the back yard shucking and stringing or in the kitchen cooking. But some days were spent … [Read more…]
When I was twelve, our rural Tennessee church had a “gospel meeting”–seven days of church, afternoons and evenings. The preacher that year was Bill Long, probably in his twenties at the time. I was convicted that I wanted to be a Christian and be baptized, and my parents, who’d put me off earlier, agreed. The … [Read more…]
