As I look into my rear view mirror, my greatest memories of church life are times when the church was unified toward a common goal. When I was a child our small church in Edmonson, Texas had a revival I don’t mean a revival meeting, I mean a revival. We extended the meeting over a several week period because of the overwhelming response. So many people accepted Christ that during the final service all we did was baptize the new converts. Though I was only a young grade-schooler, I too was active sharing my faith with my friends and some of them came to faith in Christ through my efforts. In some ways the fire of that revival meeting are still burning, because that was the first time I heard God speaking to me about becoming a Pastor.
The movement of the spirit was amazing. I certainly remember that, but I also remember that we were doing this together everyone was participating.
When I was Pastoring in the Central Valley, our church had an annual Memorial Day Weekend Ca…