I began riding the buses when I was in the 4th grade. Some friends of mine had ridden the week before and said they would get a prize (and I would too) if they brought a visitor. So I agreed to go. I had no idea how that bus trip would affect the rest of my life.
From week to week, we continued to ride the Sunday morning bus to church. I still remember my first Sunday School teacher, Mrs. Diane Meeks. She was always so sweet and kind. After Sunday School we got to go to children's church. We sat on the bleachers in the gym and sang songs and had our Bible lesson taught by Bro. Jett. He was so much fun and I couldn't get enough. I wanted to come back every week for more!
James Hanson is the one who kept bringing me back. Every Saturday he would knock on my door to be sure I was coming. I looked forward to his visits every Saturday, without fail. I could always count on him to be there.
Before long, I got to start helping on the bus by taking roll or helping to lead the singing. One Sunday I had my first opportunity to lead someone to the Lord on the bus. Bro. Hanson told me to tell a little boy named Josh how to be saved. I did the best I knew how and Josh was saved that morning on the bus. I don't know what happened to him after that day. He never rode the bus again. I had given him my little new testament from my grandmother to take home with him to read. I can only hope he read it and perhaps shared it with someone else. As I think of it, I am reminded to pray for him. I will never forget him.
The experiences, and even more, the love felt on that bus from week to week is why I am saved and still in church today.
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