We soon moved away and I never saw the McCoy’s, the yellow pacer car, or that teacher again. There is no telling the heartache and trouble that I was spared because these verses were buried somewhere deep inside of me. Now what was that Sunday School teacher really doing? She was hiding God’s Word in my little heart that I might not sin against God (Ps 119:11). There was a major award at stake – a wooden plaque! Now this wooden plaque was probably all of a ¼ inch thick and it had blue-bird painted on it along with a Bible verse and I WANTED it! So every Sunday, I knew my Bible verses and you will be proud to know, I won the plaque. Sandy) had started a Bible verse memory contest. I struggled with my stupid tights every week! Somehow I managed to make it to the yellow Pacer car and off we would go to the Lomax Church of the Nazarene. About the only affection expressed in our trailer was a handshake before Dad went off to the Western Club for the night.ĭad played the guitar and sang vocals with a group called the “Esquires” and mom tended bar until the wee hours of the morning at the Western Club. There wasn’t a whole lot of support in getting me up and dressed every Sunday morning. It was that affection for which I was so longing. She would always put her arm around me and made me feel so special. I loved to sit by the preacher’s daughter. Whipple’s pulpit all the way into the congregation – these folks had something I desperately wanted and needed. My parents loved me, but there was something very different about what I felt at church. I could not wait to get to the Lomax Church of the Nazarene! Why? I saw a very different lifestyle there – people had an affection for one another and true happiness. The McCoy’s had three children of their own, so it was a tight fit! But they were so faithful to pick me up every week! I would ride to the Lomax Church of the Nazarene in the back of the Pacer, facing backwards, trying not to make awkward eye contact with the cars behind us. Ok, who remembers the Pacer? We called it the bubble car because of its shape. Every Sunday morning, they would come by and pick me up in a school-bus yellow AMC Pacer. I was the only one who took them up on the offer. We moved right down the road from them. Mr.
BTW – there were 7 children in my family.Īround the same time my sister received that Bible, we sold our house to the McCoy family. I remember thinking how mysterious it was because we were just never exposed to any kind of biblical teaching as children. My sister had received a black Bible with a zipper-cover from a church she had visited in Burlington, IA. My earliest memory of the Bible or anything spiritual goes back to about the age of 5 or 6 years old while living in Gulfport, IL.
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