I can remember when I was about 4 or 5 years old, getting off the bus from Vacation Bible School. In those days, they actually had buses as big as the school buses which would pick the kids up. For some reason, I went to a church – couldn’t find it now – miles away from my home.
One day – I guess it was one day, because that was the only day that I remember, the bus driver gave me what amounted to my first bible – a little red Master’s Outline New Testament as I was getting off the bus. I don’t know why, really – I remember that my sister didn’t get one, nor did I see him giving one to anyone else. But I had one – and I had it for a while. I moved a lot when I was younger, and it got lost along the way – but I still remember the old fellow who gave it to me. He had to be 70 then, so he is long gone, but I remember him and the kindness. Now, I remember it a bit differently because now I know what it is to give a bible away.
A few years ago, I was visiting a pastor in Seth, WV. His church had a bookstore in it and I found the same two read New Testaments which I had been given. So, I bought both – for my children.
But that is my earliest religious, faith, spiritual memory.