William’s Story

        In 1943, my family moved back to Florence from Sheffield.  Harold and I would walk from school to Railway Station to ride home with daddy after he got off work.

        We lived at the end of Rasch Road in a house that B.P. and Madyline built.  B. P. was in the Army and Madyline lived with Grandpa and Granny Rhodes.  After B. P. got out of the Army, we moved across the Savannah Hwy to Mud Road in the old Jackson home place.

        Harold and I walked to church at Pleasant Hill.  Daddy worked most Sundays.  We joined the church in 1943 or 1944 (old church building).  And I’ve been here ever since.

        In 1973, there was a revival here and Jim Webster was preaching.  I went to the altar because the Lord really convicted me and I gave my life to Jesus.  At the altar it felt like a warm hand was on my neck and I couldn’t raise my head.  When I got up, it felt like everything was lifted.  I was 38 years old.      

        But that was not the end. All my life there have been a series of ups and downs but I have had a good life.

        I don’t dread death – I just worry about my family.  We all need to live for Jesus.