With Dad as a minister, I was at church at least three times a week. I guess I was taken to church for the first time within a couple of weeks. Since I was born on a Tuesday, it well could be the next Sunday. Until recently, I was at church at least twice a week.
My first memories of church come from when I was 5 or 6 years old. We belonged to Tijuca Baptist Church in Rio de Janeiro. I remember sitting toward the front of the church. For Brazil, the sanctuary was quite large. It was not heated or air conditioned so it could get uncomfortable. Nevertheless, I enjoyed being there.
I remember my mother handing me a Bible during a service at telling me to memories John 3:16... probably the first verse any Baptist memorizes.
Dad with Pastor Osvaldo Ronis, pastor of Tijuca Baptist Church
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