That church was where Mrs. Sunderland taught my Sunday School class as a young boy. In my mind's eye, I can still see the picture she used to tell the story of the crucifixion of Christ to a room full of wiggling youngsters. I can remember hearing the pastor, Brother Vic, preach the gospel, and how I was convicted of my sin and my need of a Savior. It was there I was saved, baptized, called to preach, later rebelled and learned about God's patience and longsuffering.
I have fond memories of men in that church who made an impact on me, and probably never knew it. Men like R. L. Hackworth. I recall his testimony; because of alcoholism earlier in life, he had been left with a stutter, and therefore couldn't join in singing the hymns.... so he whistled them. Brother Hack, a special, white-haired, gentle soul who knew how to love people. Other men like Benny, Lou, Leo, Lee, John, and Bob, who left an impression that helped to shape my life as a minister of the Gospel. Thank you, Brother Floyd Oldham, for you were the one who invited us to attend your church so long ago.
I will never forget a youth evangelist telling us to pray for our future spouse and wait for that special person. This teenage boy did just that, and one night in a dream God showed me a beautiful girl in a wedding dress, walking down a church aisle toward me. Five years later, in that church where I grew up, that same girl walked in! Three months later, we were married.
Sinclair Baptist Church has left me with a legacy. I am grateful that folks there shared Christ, showed love, and accepted a freckle-faced kid with a cowlick and a loud voice. They helped me become who I am. What kind of legacy are you and I leaving to others, through our life, our family, and through our church?