This last Sunday, I had the chance to go back to the church I attended as a teenager for a
Youth group reunion. For the first time in over 30 years, we were together again worshiping. The
immensity of the moment hit me as we sang the first hymn.
This was the place where I first learned about being a Christian. This place was my
foundation for everything that has happened since. I was Baptised there, I was called to the
ministry there, I got married there.
First Baptist Stone Mountain still echos in my mind. Though I am no longer a Baptist as
far as my Tribe goes, I am still connected. I will always hear the voices of my youth. I will
always remember the songs we sang. When I hear those songs of my youth, I am transported
back to that place and those people who still mean the world to me. They are part of who I am,
part of how I think, and part of my story.
There are two songs that come to mind as I write this article:
Alan Jackson – Precious Memories
Ed Sheeran – Castle On The Hill
