Beverly Brass

writes from Ryderwood, Washington.

​A Wayward Child Returns

For many years church had not been a part of my life. I had been raised in an Adventist home, attended church school, and had been baptized at an early age. When I was 18, I left home, left town, and left my previous life. I made lots of bad choices, even spent time in jail.

But now I was happily married and enjoying life. I liked going for walks, especially the loop by the Grays River. On one of these treasured walks, I kept noticing a huge rock about halfway up a long driveway, but never walked up to get a closer look. I wondered if it was a burial place for a pet, or perhaps a memorial of another kind. My curiosity finally got the best of me, and I …

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