Bible School by Carlos Najera

Baptist Church

(courtesy of the Oxnard Public Library)

There was a Baptist Church in the neighborhood.    Every summer the preacher would round up us children and take us to their church.   The teachers there told us about the Bible and God and Jesus and other good things of the Faith. We sang some  songs and clapped our hands. The grownups said some prayers.

I liked going there. They were nice, friendly people and sincere in their concern for my eternal salvation. We were practicing Catholics so I had all that covered.

After the lessons they would serve us hot chocolate and cookies. I kept going back each summer. We never could afford hot chocolate and cookies at home.

About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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