As I have said before, I loved to go to the movies. I had gotten my driver's license, so my parents trusted me with the car. I was a safe driver at first. Years later, I discovered the need for speed. In the early days of my driving, I just wanted to get from Point A to Point B without having a wreck or a ticket. I got a ticket but no wrecks early on.
One place my parents trusted me to go by myself was the Sunday night service at my church. The church was downtown, so they could check the mileage and find I had been there. The thing was that I didn't go to church. I went to the movies. There were several movie theaters downtown. Some might show movies I wasn't supposed to see at that age, but I had a fake ID. I would time it out so that I would get back home after the approximate time that the church service would have been over. That meant that I might not see the entire movie, if it ran longer than 90 minutes.
When I would get home, my parents would ask me what the preacher's sermon was about. I would just make up something and go to bed. My parents were getting a little suspicious of my nightly activities every Sunday. They had asked some people at church if they had seen me. Their answers were either no or not sure. One night, I told my parents that the sermon was on Sin. I thought that was a safe answer, since almost all sermons had to do with sin. Except this one. The next day, they called our pastor and asked him what the sermon on Sunday night was about. It wasn't Sin. BUSTED!!
After that revelation, my parents started looking for a church to join that was closer to our house and nowhere near a movie theater. As far as they were concerned, 1969 couldn't end soon enough, because the first Sunday of 1970 was a change. We joined Kilbourne Park Baptist Church, and my life changed for the better.
