The earliest memory of church in my life

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“The earliest memory of church in my life… That goes back to Romania.  I am from Romania and I grew up in the baptist church there…it goes back to when things were still under communism there.  I was a little boy going to church with my parents.  Not necessarily secretly…we were allowed to worship, certainly not in the streets or stuff like that but we were allowed to worship.  I was born into a family of believers…I learned from my parents about faith.  They took me to church.  I remember when I was little, sleeping on my mom’s lap.  The other members would give me a candy.  I liked to sit with my mom…”

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