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.