A good Bible-based church
To the editor:
Re Johnson Street Church of Christ
I got up this morning and something told me to go to church, so I started calling for a ride 45 minutes before school. Made it 15 minutes late.
After the service something told me to go to the front, so I did with one other person in front of 400 people. The preacher, which is very good by the way, said I was brave for doing it then asked what he could do for me, and I said just have some issues that I can’t seem to get over without help.
He told everyone in there my name and then sat with me and the other person while everyone in the place prayed for us, then I never shook so many hands in my life. The preacher held our hands as they prayed. I need the help of the Lord to help me to vote for the right persons and help me live in a way that is correct and moral, to better to help the county and city that I call home. I love Greenville, it has been kind to me and give great service.
Do yourself a favor! Find a good Bible-based church, because everything in it is relevant in your day to day life even after all these years.
I would like to thank the editor of the Herald-Banner for making this possible.
Joe M. Parsons Jr.
To the editor:
In recognition of Black History Month, I wrote this poem years ago about a person I knew years ago.
I grew up in the middle of a cotton patch
A rusty old cistern and cone sitter out back.
Yes, we were poor, but I never cared
Love and joy were never spared.
This is a song about freedom — see
Let’s just call it equality.
Rode the bus every day to school
Could hardly wait till the day was through.
Riding the backroads of mediocrity
Down freedom roads’ inequities.
That’s my brother in the fields
His fate seemed to be signed and sealed.
He doesn’t have any freedom — see
Because his color was different from me.
Working every day for the man
No time to understand.
Sundays were his time to play.
I always saw him that day.
He called me little Brother,
Man that’s equality.
If only between us you see.
There was no freedom on freedom road
The backroads of mediocrity
One of life’s inequities.
Michael L. Compton