My sister sent this to me today and I cannot tell you how much I appreciate it. The first time I heard my dad preach was on skid row in downtown Ft Worth. The first time I handed out a tract was with my dad while he preached open air. My dad was attending seminary preparing for the ministry and I was in 2nd grade. After he graduated and took his first church in Central, NM he continued to preach open air but this time it was a family affair. We sang, my dad preached and we passed out tracts. I remember these times like they were yesterday. Below is a story my dad wrote. I will deliver it in 2 parts over the next few days.
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