The College Church, the church I attended in Searcy for the first 23 years of my life, was huge. I’m pretty sure there were well over a thousand members there. But in the surrounding cities and counties, the churches were often much smaller.
From time to time, our family would visit these smaller congregations, especially if my dad or brother or brother-in-law was preaching. One Sunday morning, we attended a church with less than 10 members. The members sat on the left side of the auditorium, and my family sat on the right.
|Christmas dinner (about 1990) at the Southwest Church of Christ in Little Rock, Ark.|
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I attended a small Spanish-speaking church until I was about 16 years old. My mom taught Bible classes there, and my dad always led singing. Sometimes the services would last forever because the announcements portion would turn into a congregation discussion time. I knew a lot more details about those people’s lives than any young person really needed to know.