Four years have passed since the last time I attended camp meeting at Old Time Baptist Church. Old Time has a special place in my heart; I graduated high school there, went on missions trips with the people, and made many wonderful memories. I thoroughly enjoyed the tent meeting this year but missed someone special. 3 months ago, Preacher, went to be with the Lord. He was greatly missed and honored during the week. I cried as I watched his memorial video and heard him sing, “Tiny Little Hands.” I had heard him sing it in person on a missions trip in St. Lucia and hearing him sing it again on the video was special. Preacher was a wonderful man of God. He’s the only guy I know who would give you a big hug and a kiss (on both cheeks.) :) I will never forget his love for people! His big heart reminds me of the Lord. Preacher would always reach out to those who were down and out and it remains a challenge to me not to push those people away. I am so thankful for this man’s life and testimony! He is missed by those who love him but what a wonderful testimony to leave behind.
What a great picture! Preacher always loved you and knew you would do great things for the Lord.
ohhh you look so young and handsome.God Bless You as you go out preaching His word! And bring my great grandchildren to Ohio please.