The first step in my journey to Christ Jesus. Written in the late 70's, about my first church experiences in the mid-60's.

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When I was a young teen, my mom took my brother and I to church every Sunday, and she always had a fight on her hands. Dad slept in, and when we got home from church, we often found dad enjoying a cup of coffee reading the newspaper. One Sunday, mom spoke to the pastor, Rev. James Ford Armstrong, at the White River Presbyterian Church in Auburn, Washington where we attended. She told Jim about difficulties getting us boys to church on Sundays, so Pastor Jim came to our house for a visit. After exchanging a few cordiality's, dad made the mistake of saying something like "I just don't know what it will take to get those boys to go to Sunday school". Pastor Jim, let dad have it with "you need to get out of bed and take them Mr. Helser". Dad was impressed with Jim's bold answer, and liked him instantly. The next Sunday, Mom, Dad, my brother, sister, and I went to church together. We went every Sunday after that. Though Jim has gone to be with the Lord, this song remains as a testimony to his courage for Christ.

© 2001 Jack E. Helser, Jr. All Rights Reserved.

Daddy don't send your boys to church
Get out of bed and take them
They're looking up to you
That football game you're missing
Can't mean that much to you
After all it's just the Seahawks
And they're sure to lose.

Daddy you surely need to rest
You work long hours to pay the bills
For that your boys are blessed
But Sunday when you're sleeping in
Like dad, they'll sleep in too
You could take your boys to Sunday school
And nap that afternoon

Daddy you make them earn good grades
Brush their teeth and comb their hair
And sometimes even shave
But when it comes to Sunday school
You let them have a choice?
You should set a good example dad
If you love your boys

Daddy please take your boys to church
Your wife will gladly thank you
For lending her a hand
Sometimes mother needs your help
To make them sit up straight
You can also help keep fingers out
Of the offering plate

One day they'll all be grown and gone
You'll wonder if you raised them right
Or if you raised them wrong
I can guarantee they'll thank you dad
For taking them to church
'Cause it was there that they met Jesus
And learned about God's word

© 2001 Jack E. Helser, Jr. All Rights Reserved.