Bo​az Baptist Chronicles

You caught me.

I tell people all the time that I used to work at "Fairyland," when I was a kid. Maybe that helped to shape my lighthearted, friendly, personality.  

I was either twelve or thirteen when I would ride my bike a few miles down Queens Boulevard from my Nanny's house (http://soapnwater.webs.com/) to get there.

Well, there was this very moral Roman Catholic man, named Tom Rupp, who was married with two little girls, who sort of took me under his wing. He gave me a "job" at the ticket counter selling tickets. Anyway, I remember that I wanted a compact reel to reel tape recorder (the "in thing" of electronics, back then  ) and I pushed Tom so hard to get me one (remember, I didn't have a father growing up), that he gave me my first—maybe my ONLY spanking growing up. One day when he drove me home, he leaned me over the front seat of his car, and let's say got my attention, real good. (If my memory serves me right, after all was said and done, at the last, I got my prize—my "spanking prize," the tape recorder.)

I've often tried to look for Tom, after I got saved, in order to give him the glorious Gospel of Christ. (I Corinthians fifteen) Hopefully, someone reached him with it before he took his appointed trip (Hebrews 9:27) into eternity.

Pastor Bob