Hi again everyone!
I just wanted to take the time to post something that will not be new to anyone. We’ve all heard folks say to tell those around you what you feel while you still have the time. However, I wanted to take the time to post about a man who was a great influence on my life and I never really took the time to tell him that!
I wrote my niece back in July and asked if she could get his address. I planned on writing to him and thanking him for the influence he had had on my life. I got so busy with other things and put it off and never took the time to write. Last week I discovered that he had passed away on Dec. 21! I am so sorry that I never took the time to tell him how much he had helped me in my life.
So, I will take the time to write that letter now. He won’t be able to read it but perhaps it will still let others know of how much I appreciated his help in my life.
For many years I have often wondered why I am the way I am. You see, I was raised in an environment where there weren’t a lot of morals taught. That’s not a strike against my parents. My parents were just busy with their own life and weren’t really religious or anything. I was around drinking, cursing, smoking, partying, racing, fighting and just a lot of rebel rowsing it seems! However, I have made decisions in my life that have made my life a lot better. Why did I make those decisions? I’ve pondered this for most of my life and just figured that God must have had his hand on my life and led me to be the way I am.
Not long ago, while pondering this subject, it suddenly dawned on me. I know where I was taught the morals I have today. During my formative years, especially my preteen and early teen years, my oldest sister started taking me to church with her. I went because it was an excuse not to have to go collecting papers or work around the house. However, I learned a lot during those years. I went to Sunday School almost every Sunday and before long I started to participate in the Youth Group functions and to play on the softball team with the adults and such. It was a time in my life that I felt really great and actually had a purpose! As is often the case, as I grew older I pulled away from the Church and never made it back again. I did go to another church in my late 20s but it was a totally different church.
The simple fact is that my time at the Full Gospel Tabernacle Church on Bruton Road in the Pleasant Grove area of Dallas, Texas had a profound affect on my life! The things that make me who I am today were learned there. I’ve never really thought about it because I always focused upon the church I was attending after I married. That was when I was just over 25 years old and by that time I had already made a lot of decisions about how to live my life.
So, what makes a person who is raised in environment such as I was become a different person? I often wondered why I couldn’t lie like others and not feel bad about it. I wondered why I felt the need to treat people with respect. Why I couldn’t bring myself to fall into certain situations. There was something inside of me that kept me from falling into certain traps and I didn’t really understand why.
Now I do know!
I’m not perfect! I’m the lowest of the low in my family! I do, however, have a certain attitude about me that is different from most of my family. I’ve wondered for many years why that was but now I know. If I had taken the time to write him, I would have told Harry M. Sewell just how much of an effect he had had on my life! His preaching and teaching, as well as that of the Sunday School teachers at Full Gospel Tabernacle, made a huge difference in my life. At a time when I could have fallen into the groups of friends who were falling into drugs, theft, and all sorts of other mischief, I found acceptance in a family atmosphere at Full Gospel Tabernacle.
So, did I decide to write this because of his death? No, I planned on writing this back in the summer but I kept putting it off. How I wish I would have taken the time to write to Pastor Sewell before now. If nothing else, it would have helped him to understand just how much of a difference he had made in one more life! He touched thousands of lives but I’m thankful that he had a hand in my life.
Thank you Bro. Sewell! You did make a huge difference in my life and I will miss you! Forgive me for not taking the time to express my feelings before your death but understand that I do realize now how much of an influence you and your family had on my life! I won’t forget to express that to others!
Let me also take the time to say “Thank You” to my older sister, Davelyn! Thanks for loving me enough to take the time out of your life to carry me to church. I know I haven’t been what you think I should have been but I want you to know that those trips you made to get me and bring me to church were not in vain! They are what made me who I am today!
Here is a link to the obituary of Pastor Harry M. Sewell, as well as another article about his church:
Once again, thank you so much for all you have meant to me Pastor Sewell!