Raceland First Baptist, Raceland, Ky. ...... I was Saved there, Baptised there and was Married there all by the same Pastor. That Pastor now is no longer at that church so I have not been there like I should. I know that we should not feel that way but it is just not the same.

 

I have also attended and like the Raceland Christian Church, Raceland, Ky. Actually I grew up in that church and most of my family attend there and still do.

Years ago I was invited by a friend to the Baptist Church and I really liked it so I started going there, was Saved and became a member.

 

Both the Raceland First Baptist and the Raceland Christian Churches are great churches with wonderful people.

 

 

I have been to both many times through the years and always enjoyed the service.:thumb: I am a member of Russell First Christian and also attend Grassland Methodist.

In 1973 a friend of mine talked me into going to his Pentecostal church in Huntington. They were building a new church at the time. Therefore, their services were being held in a two room school building in the country. The back room was the kitchen and that is where we entered. We walked through the kitchen into the next room. The alter and where the band sat were first, followed by the pews. Naturally, I proceeded to the last pew and took a seat. My friend played drums. Upon looking around I couldn't help notice that the door behind me was boarded shut as well as the windows behind me. After a lengthy service they had an alter call. There were about 15 people at this service. One man went forward and they comenced to smacking him on the forehead trying to help him to speak in tongues. They played the same song for 50 minutes and this fellow began squalling out some of the strangest noices that I ever have heard. I never prayed as hard in my whole life. I was praying, God please don't let them start smacking me in the head or pulling out snakes. If they do, I'm going to reopen this door behind me.

Upon graduation from UK, I moved to Nashville, TN to pursue my career. I heard about a growing church that had outgrown their building and was meeting in a local school auditorium. My first visit, I'm sitting up in the balcony as this girl got up to sing. She was amazing. I asked the guy next to me, "Who is that?" He said, "That's Amy Grant." I'd never heard of her, but thought she might be somebody to keep tabs on. The guy playing the keyboard was amazing too... I asked, "Who's that?" He said, "That's Michael W. Smith." I said, "Oh, he's good too." I had no idea who these people were, I just knew they praised God in a new and wonderful way I liked a lot. I was a member of Belmont Church in Nashville for 14 years. Even more than the fantastic musical worship services was the preaching of Don Finto, a man in his 60s and 70s at the time, and more full of energy and life than most 20-somethings.

 

We had to leave that church to move to Kentucky. Although we have a terrific church here, we do miss our family at Belmont.

In 1973 a friend of mine talked me into going to his Pentecostal church in Huntington. They were building a new church at the time. Therefore, their services were being held in a two room school building in the country. The back room was the kitchen and that is where we entered. We walked through the kitchen into the next room. The alter and where the band sat were first, followed by the pews. Naturally, I proceeded to the last pew and took a seat. My friend played drums. Upon looking around I couldn't help notice that the door behind me was boarded shut as well as the windows behind me. After a lengthy service they had an alter call. There were about 15 people at this service. One man went forward and they comenced to smacking him on the forehead trying to help him to speak in tongues. They played the same song for 50 minutes and this fellow began squalling out some of the strangest noices that I ever have heard. I never prayed as hard in my whole life. I was praying, God please don't let them start smacking me in the head or pulling out snakes. If they do, I'm going to reopen this door behind me.

 

Come on:rolleyes:

I am agnostic so I think its all pretty insane - but First Baptist in Richmond, KY is pretty. :thumb:

I am agnostic...

I'm not sure I believe that...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

j/k :lol:

Come on:rolleyes:

 

 

True story!!

 

My friend's name was Dave Fairburn and he is a Pentecostal pastor now in Huntington. They never handle any snakes and did not in 73, but I bet they still smack foreheads.:thumb:

I grew up a traditional Catholic, going to CCD (religion school, for public school kids), and then church afterwards. I never really grasped the religion and God's influence on it. Then when I was 16 and started driving, I stopped going to church with my parents, and started going to the 8:00 am MASS by myself, I got involved with the mass, and really became a part of the church. This was all thanks to Father Kevin Caster (RIP), he taught English at Trinity, and had an impact on me from day one. He taught me to question my faith. He said that's the only way to find truw answers and solidify your faith. Now, I am not saying that what he said was right, and others are wrong. But it was right for ME. That said, after he passed, a lot of the "magic" of the Catholic church started to dwindle for me. Recently my wife won me over in trying to get me to go to Southeast Christian Church. I was adament against it, and tried it, and I found an answer to an un-known question. It is a great church, with good people, looking for the best way to in-corporate Jesus and his teachings into their everyday lives. I owe my wife a big thank you for finally winning me over.

St. Louis Bertrand, run by the Domincian brothers in Louisville. I spent the better part of 12 years of my life with that parish. I was an altar boy, Eucharistic Minister and a member of the choir (although I admit my motives for joining were not entirely altruistic). During my time growing up in that parish I became close to a number of the priests there and on account of my family's involvement (my father was choir director and founded the Knights of Columbus there while my mother worked for the Lourdes Rosary Shrine there) I became very involved myself, as I already mentioned.

 

During my time in knowing the good Friars there I learned more and more about my faith, and while singing with my father I came to appreciate the tradition and piety that is largely part of more traditional Catholicism.

 

I was confirmed there and every member of my family of the current generation was married there, including the two of us that did not end up in lasting unions.

 

Despite the pettiness that drove my family away from that church it will always have a special place in my heart.