I was raised in California by Southern parents. What a strange combination, I know!
My parents, Victor and Fluella Koone, were from Arkansas and went to California in the 1950s with plans to “make a fortune” and return to Arkansas. My mother was a Christian, a Southern Baptist, but my father didn’t find the Lord until a Southern Baptist missionary in northern California invited him to a revival. He let the fact that my mother was Southern Baptist slip out, and Bro. Kendall was at their house that evening. On the third day of the revival, my father accepted Jesus as his Savior!
Within two years, my father felt the call to the ministry. He spent the next 30 years spreading the gospel in northern California, planting churches and pastoring until the church could afford to hire a pastor, while making his living in the timber industry. I say all this to tell you that the name “Southern” in the Baptist is less of a problem than many people try to make it. I think that this subject is just one more way that Satan is using to get us away from the focus of winning souls to the Lord. By the way, my parents did finally get to retire to Arkansas, where he was active in many small churches around the Conway and Clinton areas.
Vicki Koone Coons