KAROLINA GRABOWSKA KABOOMPICS
When I was sixteen years old, I was invited to speak at a little country church in rural Denver Kentucky, not far from Paintsville.Â
The church had all but closed its doors but one man, Harold Rice, and his family wanted to see the church stay open and do well.Â
A church with few to almost no people typically does not attract too many interested ministers. I had spoken in my home church a few times and was a guest speaker in a few others. Mr. Rice asked if I would consider speaking at the church on the second and fourth Sunday afternoons at 2:00. I agreed, and brought a message to maybe seven or eight people my first Sunday. The crowd consisted of Harold and his wife June Rice and their family. The church was an old building with a pump organ and a sign behind the pulpit that said, Preach the Word. Â