I was in Millington Jan.-Sept. '83. I found my way to Bellevue Baptist. The guy who led that ministry was a seminary student by the name of Randy Brantley. I hung out at the Oasis servicemen's center quite a bit. I remember well dressed folk walking along that long sidewalk on Navy Rd. witnessing to sailors. I don't remember what church they were from. That is where I was first exposed to KJVOism.
Further down the street from the Oasis, closer to the bars, was a servicemen's center that was run by Thrifthaven Baptist. I went in there and met two older fellas. One was really easy-going, the other was a portly old fella who acted like his Ex-Lax hadn't worked yet. The old portly fella wanted me to go into a tiny room with him so he could share the plan of salvation with me. I tried to sit on the bench across from him but he insisted I sit by his side. CREEPY. He didn't try anything funny with me, he just dutifully took me through the Romans Road. I was a very immature believer but I knew what I believed. I assented to whatever I had to to get out of that tiny room as quickly as I could. Once out, I was talking with the other guy and mentioned I fellowshipped with the military ministry from Bellevue Baptist at which ol' Portly blurted out, "The best thing that could happen to Memphis Tennessee is if Bellevue Baptist would close its doors for good!" My visit to that center ended quickly and I never went back.
Here's the link to the chapter in my blog from my days in Millington:
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, and your ways are not my ways.” This is the Lord’s declaration. “For as heaven is higher...
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