Since it’s Good Friday I am sharing with you my experience, from many years ago.
Long ago and far away back in 1972, Palm Sunday to be exact, I began my journey with Jesus Christ.
One of my high school girlfriends was going to a bible study in a home that evening. She invited me to come. I was very laid back and ready to try most anything in those days. Off we went.
I found myself in a living room of someone’s house in Toms River, New Jersey. Chairs were set up in a circle and a jolly rotund young man began reading from one the Gospels in his Bible. As he read he began to cry. That touched me deeply that night. Not only the emotions of this man but the words he read to the group.
After reading he told us it was time to take communion. I knew what that was. After all, I took communion as a young…
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