An Open Letter to Young People - Tom Carrozzo - September-October 1972

Tom Carrozzo

WHEN I was about five years old, I remember going to literally dozens of churches with my parents. First one and then another. My dad was searching for something, and I don't believe even he knew what. One night on our way to a sports arena in San Diego, California, to hear an "evangelist" named Jack Shuler, my dad's twisting of the radio knob stopped abruptly as he heard Mr. Herbert W. Armstrong's voice. Little did my parents know that from that point forward our lives would be drastically changed! At last my dad found what he had been searching for! My mother, however, did not share his enthusiasm. "He is just another crackpot," she retorted in regard to Mr. Armstrong. (By this time, she had "had it" with religion.) But the fruits proved Mr. Armstrong was not "just another crackpot." A short time later both my parents were baptized. - Information Supplied By: Herbert W Armstrong Library