1915 – 1999
North Cleveland Baptist is where I got saved. I remember the preacher. I remember when some of the men of the church came back to where I was in the sanctuary and talked with me about becoming a Christian. They said, “Hoyt, we know you are not a mean man, but you are lost. And I had to realize that before I was saved.” We lived on a farm, and we had hunting dogs. Before I became a Christian, when we went rabbit hunting on Sunday mornings, I wouldn’t want the dogs to bark because I knew that hunting on Sunday morning wasn’t right.
