Memorial Stone Eleven: Church Reflections!
           It happened in the mid 1970’s at an Assembly of God Church on Bijou Street in Colorado Springs, Colorado. Our family had been invited to a revival. Somehow my dad was even in attendance, though it was a few years later that He committed his life to the Lord.   The small red brick Church did not have more than 15 pews and I was sitting on a back one!  I was about 15 maybe 16 and while the older evangelist was passionate and fiery I was bored and not really paying attention to his message.      Suddenly he fixed his eyes on me, and in front of that small gathering said: “Young Man come up here”.    I reluctantly left the relative security of my back pew walked up, and waited for him to dress me down for appearing so disinterested.    I was shocked when he did nothing of the sort instead he lifted up his hands and announced to the congregation:   “The Lord just told me that this boy will become a great preacher one day, if a wreck doesn’t kill ...
