Fifty Years Later

Dear Grandchildren, all: Went through the attic of my old family home and found a collection of a young people’s magazine, called, “Beacon Lights”, and found in one of them a letter (really any pistle) written by my grandfather, Whew! That was fifty years ago. And here I am writing to my grandchildren. In those days, everybody could go to the church of his choice, and in my relation that was the Protestant Reformed Church. Little did I dream that when I got to be a grandfather there would only...