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Originally Posted by Hope
The mid 60s were so much better as all we had was basically the Bible without footnotes, the Spirit, prayer and love for the brothers and sisters.
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Brother Hope,
Thanks for sharing. The simplicity of your description is a great help, and an encouragement. I never can never give up hope in the God who has called us!
I came in much later, in a church that was out of the central lane of Anaheim's current move. The elders were mellow, and the saints were genuine. A vestige of the original joy remained. But I could also sense a great loss, with wistful discussions of what had once been. What really touched me, however, was listening to song tapes from the "early days". I had no doubt whatsoever that the Spirit had once visited these people in a mighty and special way.
Eventually the spirit within me told me to pack up my bags and move on. Further adventures awaited. But I never regretted my time among those dear people, nor did I doubt that my season there had been of the Lord. But I also knew that further adventures of christian fellowship and Bible exploring were in store. God was also in 'degraded Christianity', and He wanted me to seek Him, and serve Him there, as well.
I have failed many times, yes. But I do not regret my trying to heed God's call.