The Old Paths of God

Inman Creek Primitive Baptist Baptist Church

Inman Creek Primitive Baptist Church

I worked on an engineering project at the Georgia State Prison near Reidsville, GA, last week, and took a few minutes at lunch to find Inman Creek Church. The church, two rut road, and the surrounding piney woods look much like they did fifty years ago. The only difference I saw was the vinyl siding that had covered the faded pine boards that were there back then.

In the 1960’s (when I was a relatively young lad), my father, mother and I would travel the distance to attend the annual Inman Creek Homecoming. We made the trip because my grandfather on my Father’s side, Elder Mallie Jones, Sr.,  preached at Inman Creek for many years. His time there was before I was born, and all the trips I remember were after he passed away, yet, we kept the tradition alive to honor him.

I remember the strange feeling as we passed the prison on the way to the church. The prison was a large group of buildings (many of them large, too)  surrounded by a tall barbed wire fence out in the middle of nowhere. The prison operated, and still operates, a huge farm, raising crops, cattle, hogs and operating a dairy. So, it was quite a serene, pastoral sight when you could no longer see the prison. I couldn’t really comprehend what it meant to be in prison, but thought it didn’t look like a good thing.

Homecoming was around Easter because I remember Easter Egg hunts. One particular time involved the yellow of a boiled egg. In fact, it happened on one of those road ruts you see in the photo. Being a young boy, I didn’t like the yellow of boiled eggs. I had enjoyed the white part of one and didn’t want to eat the little yellow ball inside, so I pretended to accidentally drop it on the ground (oops!). I kicked it over to the side of the road and looked up to see a little girl watching me. I shrugged my shoulders at her, and she ran over and told her mother that boy threw an egg on the ground and was kicking it around. Thankfully, her mother didn’t think it was a great crime, so the girl’s mother turned and ignored me.

However, my favorite memory is of Brother Dewey Anderson. In my mind, I can still see his broad smile and hear his infectious laugh as he greeted people. You knew he truly was happy to see you and wasn’t just making a show. He led the singing and the joy of the Lord was evident in his continued smile and exuberance with each note. He was an expert in seeing a need and finding out how he could help. (I found out on this trip that they have named the road in front of the church “Dewey Anderson Road””. Quite fitting, I think.)

I titled this post “The Old Paths of God”. The ruts of the drive into the church are some of those old paths, where people began driving mules and wagons to Inman Creek Church in the 1800’s. But, Brother Dewey is the true example of following God’s Old Paths, with his love for God and his love for people, he put that love into action.

Thus saith the Lord, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.” Jeremiah 6:16 King James Version.

PS: A bit of personal history – I referred above to this preaching grandfather as being on my Father’s side, because my grandfather on my Mother’s side also was a preacher – Elder V Y Spivey, Sr. Perhaps more on him someday too.

5 thoughts on “The Old Paths of God

  1. Hey Bill – I enjoyed your story. I too pass the prison from time to time and start counting my blessings that I can pass right on by. I don’t remember ever going to Inman Creek church. As much as we were together as children I probably did but don’t remember. Take care and keep writing. Lewis

    • Thanks Lewis, glad you enjoyed it. During the summer I had a project where I went with a Georgia Power guy and we assessed the electrical distribution system of 10 prisons around the state. Going through the gate and spending time inside really made me thankful that I could leave at the end of the day.
      I imagine you went with us to Inman Creek a time or two back then.
      Bill

  2. Thank you, Bill,
    When we look back and recognise those in our own lives who have faithfully served our Lord, it strengthens our own faith
    Blessings Jo Yule

  3. Dewey Anderson was a gentle giant to me and all his other grandkids. I am so thankful that I grew up going to see him down the dirt road from Inman Creek, where I went to worship also. I am still a believer in God’s sovereign Grace that saved a wretch like me and attend Old School Primitive Baptist Church in Ft. Worth, TX. Thanks to my granddaddy Dewey, he prayed over our family, loved his family and neighbors, and especially Jesus!
    Thank you So very much for your great writ about the Old Paths and mentioning Grand Addy with such fondness.
    Sincerely and in Christ,
    Greg Anderson 🙂

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