My Daddy Was A Oldtime Baptist PreacherI grew up in small Baptist country churches. I remember them being filled to overflowing as people gathered to hear a word from Lord from God-called preachers. My Daddy preached at this small church where over 150 attended..Sunday School and church..how we fit into that small, but adequate building, I don't know. Over 40 years later, same church has same number attending but buildings are 10 times as big...hmmm..are we placing more emphasis on buildings than on people? Anyway, I wrote this in my Daddy's memory...Thank you, Jesus, for giving me a spirit filled oldtime preacher man for my daddy.
This story was written December 21, 1994 and appears in my book
Luke 2.10 "And angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people."
When we think of Christmas, we picture presents under tree, Christmas play at church, Christmas lights and hustle and bustle of that time of year.
As I look back over 42 years good Lord has allowed me to live, Christmas of 1966 stands forever etched in my mind. I was 14 years old, an only son with four sisters.
I really had a close relationship with my daddy, late Rev. A.J. Rozier, The week before Christmas, daddy and late Rev. Jody Thigpen performed wedding ceremony for my oldest sister, Shirley, and her husband, Joe.
The simple ceremony at our old home place brought a sense of joy in air. We eagerly anticipated excitement of Christmas day.
On December 22, 1966, I was helping daddy deliver furniture (back then, country preachers didn't receive a large enough salary to support their families and had to work other jobs) for Gibson McDonald furniture company. My first cousin, late Clyde Douberly, and I went with daddy to Hazelhurst to deliver a refrigerator.