Can someone please tell me...?!

h my goodness!!!!!!!!!

I'm now taking a nostalgic trip down memory avenues.

How well I remember the tent revivals Robert McKeithen and that craaaaaazy Howard Hutto. Oh my word!

I received the Holy Ghost under the W.E. Gamblin tent in 1947. Those old slides showing the battle of Armageddon and blood up to the horse's bridle scared us half to death. In fact, I was afraid to go home because I just KNEW that the rapture would take place before I got there and I SUUUUURE did not want to go through the TRIBULATION and experience all those terrible things that was going to be upon the earth during that time.

Then sister Willie Johnson. I loved how she would preach/sing her sermons all the while swinging that cape from side to side. I actually thought that she was going to fly away like superman and that cape. What a lady! What a preacher! There was another lady that used to travel with her whose name I forget at the moment. She played music for Sister Johnson. I also remember how she used to get locked out of her house by her cantakerous husband and had to walk the streets all night long in freezing weather, waiting for him to open the door for her in the morning. She could be right in the middle of a revival, but if he called and said for her to come home. She would close the revival, always obedient to him, and go home. An amaaazing woman...there'll never be another one like her.

I also remember so well the D.L. Welch (Paul's Father) debates. What a colorful character he was. He is the only man I knew that would wear a suit and tie literally everywhere. Go fishing with him and he will wear a suit and a tie. If I remember righly...bow ties.

I remember so many others as well. I did not personally know brother Curts but I remember him from the early days when I attended the General Conferences. I do remember how well he was respected and revered among the fellowship back in the 1950s.

I also the occasion to visit with Don Johnson on a number of times. He later became the Gen. Chairman of the ALJC. I have not seen or even heard of him since he left that position.

Oh well. Enough already. So many other memories to speak of in this little thread. Precious are they! Precious memories, how they linger. How they ever flood my soul. Indeed, sacred scenes unfold.