From One Generation to the Next

For Wilshire Baptist Church

On our vacation to Yellowstone in September, we flew into Great Falls, Montana, the town where I was born, for a personal history tour. One of the first sites we visited was First Southern Baptist Church. The red brick building looked much the same as it did in my father’s Kodachrome slides from 1959 and in my own photos from a visit in 1999. The only change I could see was that it has a new name: Big Sky Baptist Church. Otherwise, from the outside it looked well-maintained, healthy and prosperous.

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Time Out

For Wilshire Baptist Church

So, what did you do with your extra hour late Saturday or early Sunday? Did you enjoy an extra hour of sleep? Did you churn out another hour of work? Did you stay out an hour later and play? Or did you take a time out?

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No Flea Market Fan Here

For Wilshire Baptist Church

We were looking at a history display in Grand Teton National Park and I glanced a few feet over and saw a man wearing a black jacket with a green and gold interlocking BU. I was surprised to see someone representing Baylor that far west, so I caught his eye and said, “Sic’em Bears.”

His response? “What’s that?”

I awkwardly explained that “Sic’em Bears” is a phrase used by fans of Baylor athletics.

“Oh,” he said, then added, “I got this at a flea market. I live in Jackson.” He was referring to the town just 20 miles away. And then he asked, “Where in Texas is Baylor, anyway?” He at least knew what state it was in.

“Waco.”

“Oh.”

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