I am in Bowling Greek visiting my folks. My son Hayden was missing playing golf with his grandpa, and I had a free air ticket; so we flew here for the weekend.
I wanted to show Hayden where I lived during high school and college, so we drove all over Bowling Green (KY, not Ohio). I was especially excited to visit my old church. This was a church in a poorer side of town where I had spent several years teaching Sunday School and just doing life with the people. It is an important place in my spiritual journey as it was the first place I reached outside of my comfort zone to serve rather than be served.
I couldn’t even remember the name of the church - it has been 38 years - but when my dad drove by I recognized it instantly. I’ve got to tell you, it was weird walking up the steps to the front of the church. Memories came flooding back, memories I hadn’t thought of in years.
One was of my grandma Mounce. Even though she was in her 70’s, she used to come every Sunday and teach a Sunday School class as well, until one Sunday she was refused communion because she had not been baptized in that church building. (Their ecclesiology was really messed up.) She told me that she had never been refused communion; it really hurt her.
But the absolutely strangest memory, and one that I had totally forgotten, was that this is where I first preached.