Frank Williams

I started attending Elkton Presbyterian Church when I was quite young. My mother was the organist there. My father, mother, and grandmother were all religious and regular church goers. I have always believed in Jesus and have attended Elkton Presbyterian Church my entire life.

My Sunday school teacher, Mrs. Bryan, and others taught me the stories about Jesus and God, the Father – not the preachers at this church.

One summer my family went on a vacation. I was playing golf with a friend on an extremely hot day. Afterward, I decided to cool off in the ocean. I told everyone at the house that I was headed for the beach and was surprised to see very few people in front of the house. I went into the ocean and was immediately swept off my feet by a riptide. I knew what to do, but was already very tired from the golf game.

I tried to swim but was very exhausted. I looked toward the beach to see my wife coming. I yelled “Help!” and she came charging toward me. I told her about the riptide and that she needed to save herself. We called for help, and another person came into the water. There was nothing in the water for me to float on, and I was running out of energy. I asked God if this was how I was going to die. If so, so be it; I was fine with it.

Much later, Rev. Henry Heaps became the interim pastor at Elkton Presbyterian Church. He turned me back toward our church, God the Father, and the Holy Spirit. He arrived at the church at just the right time and brought others with him.

I’ve had many adventures inspired by the Lord Jesus, including travel to Israel to follow in the footsteps of Jesus. God has blessed me with my wife, family, and friends.