Methodist Church

After Priscilla and I got out of college, we moved back to Gadsden and started attending a Methodist Church. It was the first place I seemed to realize that I was conscious of God and doing good or at least not doing bad. The people there were friendly to me, but my wife was treated quite shabbily. I'm not sure why. I loved the hymns. They always made me smile or even laugh out loud. I was happy, but I worried that others might think I was making fun of them. It was the raw beginnings of bliss for me. We gave part of our income. It seemed like the right thing to do. I went to Sunday School, but was freeaked when I had to read out loud and stuttered and became embarassed. I seemed to connect with the minister and I'm still friends with some of the people there.