I became a man and my family that hated the Church found help from the Church leader Andrew Gysi who helped to cover up the lies of those in my family who hated me and the Church.
Any wonder that what happened would lead me to find a personal ...relationship with GOD casting away the evil 'of and in' the Church?
As children my sister and I were invited to the Sunday School classes at the local church, the invite came from many friends and teachers in the community. I remember doing this upon the example set by my paternal Grandmother and the man I recognize as my Grandfather. I also recall having to encourage my mother to allow us to go.
The church in the local community was a shared house of worship, two denominations (the U.C.C. and Lutheran) alternated their worship schedules. I enjoyed going to the Sunday school classes and on occasion I would attend a church service. I chose to worship with the Lutheran congregation for personal reasons and would often stay after Sunday School to enjoy the Adult services. Eventually I would join the choir as I enjoyed singing very much. My love for music afforded me the opportunity to play guitar for the congregation this song I would perform for church was also one I would perform at school for show and tell. There is a story about what happened on that particular day and how that event had changed my life.
During my youth I bought into the concept that all humans were sinners and needed salvation, on many occasions I said the sinners prayer to acquire a right standing in front of GOD. I remember neighbors and friends inviting us to their churches and the theme being to obtain salvation and know that you are saved through the blood of Jesus and the sacrificial gift for no greater love is there than to lay down your life for another and this is what Jesus has done for every soul of our world. Later on in my life the lie would be exposed the explanation to follow in this document.
While I can remember going to my neighbors church, I don't recall the events of that particular day as clearly as when I went to the local Baptist church with friends from the other side of town. I remember that day well because after receiving the gift of salvation we were encouraged to offer something back to GOD for what we had received. Having no money and the request was not about money but more a conviction or promise that we could make to present an outward change for the gift we received and the gift we could give. My gift to GOD was that I would not use profanity in public.
My sister stopped going to church.
My mother would only go to church on special occasions.
My father took communion every sunday at the local club. If I wanted to find dad, I knew where to look.
The U.C.C. church and the Lutheran church divided the Lutherans built a house of worship that they would call their own. I remember the pledges for contributions in order to make this move. Shortly after the church split, I stopped attending as demands for my time made such attendance impractical.
Suddenly I had a renewed interest in going to church, it had everything to do with when I was a Boy Scout.
A Boy Scout is Reverent and in scouting I learned a little about Native American culture, customs and religious beliefs, my paternal Grandmother had an interest in Native American culture. One of the fund raisers was a hoagie sale, It was suggested that some of us boys try selling door to door in town, so I went where I was designated to try and found that knocking on one particular door I would be the answer to a prayer.
