Hello everyone. Gail Weeks ,born in Brunswick, GA. January 6, 1953. My first recollection of church is walking down the dirt roads of Georgia, sitting on the hard pews and singing. I later realized this was bible study, because we were there in the middle of the week and we didn't dress up as we did on Sundays. I have a vague memory of being there on Sundays although I'm sure we were there, because I recall the members drinking wine and me asking my grandmother why I couldn’t have any. The feeling I got from this experience was joyful and warm. I felt a sense of strength that I obtain from learning the hymns, by the end of the season; I knew most of them by hard, "What a Friend We Have in Jesus", "Leaning on the Ever Lasting Arm". The experience that season was the beginning of an abounding love for Jesus. It was a bond between Jesus and me and in my latter years I knew the spirit instilled in me at when I was a kid would be my safe haven and my refuge.
When I returned from GA that season, we went to church that Sunday and I was surprised to learn that my dad was a preacher not unbelievably surprising, because it just felt right. Church for me then was always happy, and loving.
It wasn't always a happy story, because the enemy eventually would rear its ugly head. My mom and dad divorced, and for the first time in my life there was no church in my life.
The latter years of my life was a twisted path until I fell in the doors of St. John Baptist Church, were I have been very active in the choir, and at times acting as choir director. The music ministry has blessed my life and I feel Jesus speaks to my heart through song, however, there is a void in my life and I have a calling on my life that I didn’t even think about walking in. I am ready to soar.
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