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In this Class on Power for Abundant Living

MEMOIR PROJECT ROUGH DRAFT

“In this class on Power for Abundant Living…”
“In this class on Power for Abundant Living…”
“In this class on Power for Abundant Living…”
“In this class on Power for Abundant Living…”
“In this class on Power for Abundant Living…”
“In this class on Power for Abundant Living…”

I would hear this over and over from my earliest memories and for decades to come. Echoing off the concrete and plaster Paris and tiled walls of the old halls from the turn of the 20th century in Lorain, Ohio; muffled in the finished basements of Sheffield Lake; from down the hallway in my bedroom in Wichita Falls, Texas; through the floorboards and carpet and up the stairwell of our home in Cedar Rapids, Iowa; in the hallways leading from the Chapel in Rome City, Indiana; and loud and clear at a fellow believer’s home in Las Vegas, Nevada when, with the money taken from my future allowance, at the age of 12, I was finally old enough to take the class on my own and despite there being no membership, and despite the fact I’d heard the class over and over and over and over some more, I was required to take the class out of my own pocket, and actually sit in a chair with the other students and listen to it again. Then, and only then, did it I officially become a grad of the Class. At the next Rock of Ages I could wear a blue wrist band instead of a yellow one now. And then I’d hear it some more again when the Jr. Corps were required to sit through a live version on beautiful summer evenings when I could have been outside in the twilight nervously hoping to kiss some girl before we went back to our rooms, but instead, hearing about the More Abundant Life… 20 some years later, and it still makes me mad I wasted those nights. I need to work on letting go.

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© 2006 Christian Cloud Abraham

Posted on July 2, 2006 in
Emotion: Subjection, Type: Creative Nonfiction