Within a few months the members of this system found a house for us nearby and our little family came together under one single roof. My Dad was engaged in his work and my mom was busy making her social connections. The Pentecostal system was what she relied on completely. And so we went to this system also known as the 'church', sang songs, prayed, got baptized and our identity in the city was being defined.
Years went by I grew in the system and the system grew into me. The definition of it being a 'church' got stronger and stronger.
Meanwhile as the economy got stronger the blurring of lines between small towns and cities happened. Travel and communication got a lot better and these systems had to grapple with a pie that was getting smaller by the day. The drawing boards came out and the sheer survival instincts of these 'churches' forced them to make inroads into each others memberships and the weak ones withered away.
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