Made another new friend today at Willow Pond. His name is Bill...lives around the corner from the basketball court. I asked him to tell me his story...and so he did. A few highlights:
Bill was born in a rural town in Texas...I can't remember the name. I said "where is that?" He said, "I have no idea." I got the feeling it was not necessarily a booming metropolis.
On Monday, June 21, he and his wife will celebrate their 14th wedding anniversary. Met at the grocery store where she worked. "Love at first sight?" I asked. "Oh yes." He proposed to her in a church sanctuary.
I asked him if he knew God. "Yep," he said, like he was talking about an old friend. "Met him quite a few years ago."
"What do you like about Him?"
"He is always there. Never leaves nor forsakes you. You know when you call someone you can get a busy signal? He is never too busy."
I asked him how he met God. "My friend kept talking about 'church'....I thought he was talking about chicken (referring to Church's Chicken restaurant). But I kept seein' these smiling people comin' out of the church building. So I started to go."
Then he told me about his baptism. "I thought the fella was gonna drown me!"
--Dean Wilson
