Church Memories

Dub Borders dubborders@sbcglobal. net During our lives while attending or not attending church services, we all have a storehouse of memories. Here are a few of mine: When I was about four or five, I went with my mother to the Assembly of God Church on East Broadway. The first Sunday School lesson I ever remember was one that Jo Ann Butler gave to our class. This was my first meeting with Charles Butler because he was also in his mother’s class. Mrs. Butler gave us a lesson about the Communion. For an example, she brought some white sliced bread. I really didn’t understand anything about the communion, but that white sliced bread was great! We were just too young to understand. About ten years ago, I called Charles to visit with him. During our conversation, I told him about the lesson his mother had given to us and how I always remembered it. He said, “Dub, you have just made my day.” I asked how, and he told me that if his mother were still living, today would be her birthday. We both got a warm feeling in our hearts.