Prophet Williams, Now Bishop Williams, is known around the world mainly by those who have been healed through or heard of the pool from others who were healed.  Bishop Williams is a truly blessed man.  Little did I know that he would eventually become my brother-in-law.  I will let him tell that story.  I have to add this, though; I have always admired his cars. He would get a new one every year.  His cars would be mostly Cadillacs, but every once in a while he would buy a uniquely styled car no one else had.  At least no one that we knew. 

    I remember one year he purchased an unusual car called an Excaliber.  It reminded you somewhat of a oddly styled Rolls-Royce.  Many people were jealous of him because he is a man who has always dressed extremely well and kept nice cars.  These days Bishop J.C. Williams no longer hosts the “pool” service.  At age eighty-two, though you wouldn’t know it, he is still active in the church, and he travels extensively around the country to various conventions hosted by the Church of God in Christ. 

    My father and Bishop Williams, who together formed a dynamic team back in the 1960’s, are still together to this day.  Ironically, my father is his father-in-law and a minister who has stood by bishop’s side through thick and thin for more than years. Many of the deacons and ministers who have served with them have since  passed away or left for other churches. So have many of the lay members who served with them. The Williams Temple Church of God in Christ stands today at 2753 N. Teutonia Ave. in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Bishop Williams also still drives nice cars to this day.
    Remembering the “pool” days also brings back fond memories of the good old days with the church.  I remember those Sunday nights at church,  the crowd would be so thick you could almost see a cloud, especially when the spirit was high.  It was like the crowd was moving as one in total unison.  I am certain that is the reason people were healed.  The other thing I remember about those Sunday nights was that my auntie used to cook and serve fish dinners and make homemade ice cream.  Homemade ice cream is the best ice cream in the world.

    One night she asked me to help.  Now, some of you may not know about how to make homemade ice cream, but those of us of the baby-boom era and before know about how its done.  The way it works is you have an ice cream maker that looks like an old wooden water bucket with a crank.  You fill one section with ice and a separate compartment is filled with sugar and milk.  These ingredients are then churned together in the ice cream maker for about thirty or forty minutes, at which time the ice cream forms.  Truly hard work, my friend. But its the best ice cream you could ever want to eat.  YES SUH!

    Back then life was so, so simple. The fish was good too, because my Aunt Bee is great cook. She loved cooking dinners for the Church.  Church was a major part of our lives back then and still is today.  I remember Dad had a 1956 green and white Buick Electra.  He, my Mother, my four siblings and I would ride to church in it. I can picture us now.  Dad would be in his best suit and wearing a white fedora with a black band on it.  Mom would be dressed in a beautiful flowing dress, while us boys would be dressed in our little cotton suits and the girls in their doll dresses.  I still recall us cruising home on Sunday nights after church listening to a gospel radio station coming from Randy’s record shop out of Nashville, Tennessee.  Those were the good old days that I remember.