Last Updated on May 4, 2022 by Roff Graves

It is early here in California, actually 4:52am to be exact. I just woke up to somewhat of a sweat. I am reminded of Easter. a holiday for many years I dreaded. As a boy , perhaps 10 years old or so my parents has finally built our house, We lived in Quartz Hill, California where many of the poorer folks lived. We attended a small interdenominational Church, not too many people. A traveling, well-meaning traveling Evangelist was passing through and had no where to stay. My generous folks invited him to stay with us. We did not have a whole lot of room so it was decided that the Evangelist would sleep with me as I had a full size bed. جدول مباريات كأس العالم للأندية 2024 —No, he did not molest me–

I had just about got to sleep when he decided my soul needed to be saved. He asked me if I was saved. He proceeded to tell me abut Jesus, how Jesus was going to return—just like he went away on Easter Day–and that if my soul was not saved I would burn. He made it clear to me that I would not burn for a few minutes, I would burn forever. And he prayed and prayed, out loud for my soul. اللاعب جريزمان He scared the living hell out of me. كيفية لعب اونو He frightened me to the point that for years I hated the thought of Easter–still remember it vividly. The next day the Evangelist left and I never saw him again but to this day—at least 68 years later I remember him and what he did to a 10 year old boy!—-memories of olRoff