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I remember one Sunday afternoon when, out of curiosity, my folks came to Angelus Temple with their four-year-old son in tow.
I was that four-year-old, and I was absolutely mesmerized by the beautiful building with its massive dome. However I was
even more mesmerized by the lady wearing a white nurse's uniform and a blue serge cape.
You think I was too small to put it all together? Not so!
My young heart responded to all the glory that surrounded me. I decided then, that was going to be my church.
I learned they had a Children's Church on Saturday afternoons. So I started a weekly walk, about a mile from my home, to
attend. I became a regular on weekends--those were innocent days without street dangers.
Then one Sunday night my folks joined me, and at the end of the sermon, when Sister McPherson gave the invitation I was on
my way out of the top balcony to the platform. My Dad was distressed and told my mother to restrain me (I was embarrassing
him); my mother said "Let him be." I finally made it to the platform and selected a far corner to kneel in. Sister looked
over and spied this seven-year-old seeking to give his heart to Jesus. She came to where I was, picked me up in her arms
and said to the congregation "Don't you just love this little one?" and then she said, "Someday he's going to be a preacher."
Actually I held that prophecy in my heart until it came true years later.
I was there when the denomination began and now, almost 85 years later, I'm still carrying the Foursquare banner high, and
shall 'till I die!
WENDELL ST. CLAIR
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