... I was a young pastor, fresh out of college, and engaged in my first full time ministry at First Christian Church in Junction City, KY. My office was in a small building behind the church parsonage and I was printing the weekly church bulletin on an old mimeograph machine.

I had neither radio or television in my office and was unaware of what was happening in Dallas until my wife, Carol, rushed to my office to tell me JFK had been shot. I dropped to my knees and prayed for the stricken president. Prayer ended, I went to the parsonage so I could keep up with the news and soon learned that our president had died. It was truly a sad day for the United States of America.

At the hour of the funeral in Washington D. C., we held a prayer service at the church. As I recall the service was well attended by a group of grieving Americans. --Paul Patton