1965, the year that changed my life
We go back to the police station
Sunday 17th January 1965
We started going to Wignall Memorial Methodist Church in Thornton; we probably went there for the three Sundays following Chris’s healing. Services were held at Wignall twice on Sundays, morning and evening, but I suppose that we only went to the evening one. Despite our newly-born interest in spiritual things, I nevertheless found that during those dull services at Wignall the time seemed to drag, and I became impatient for them to end. One might say that for me religion there was something to be endured, not enjoyed.
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