It was June of 1953, I was eleven years old, one of five boys who had taken catechism classes after school one day a week all winter and were now ready to become full members of the Anglican Church by confirmation. We came early to church to meet with the bishop. He described how the … Continue reading Midweek Reflection, No 1
changed heart
The bishop said I needed a new heart
In January 1953, Dad told the preacher I would attend the catechism classes, then came home and told me I was going. So I went. I didn’t dare defy my Dad; besides I was with the four guys closest to my age, Leonard, Larry, Carman and Allan. I suspect their dads had done the same … Continue reading The bishop said I needed a new heart
Catechism Classes
(It has been five years since I first posted this. I thought it would be good to post it again to give some background before telling more of my spiritual journey.) About the only thing my parents had in common was a feeling that the church in which they had been raised had let them … Continue reading Catechism Classes
