Pastor Hackmann is a precious part of the foundation of the sowing of the seeds of the gospel in my heart. As a young child I attended Sunday School and vacation Bible school at the little church on 5th Street with my neighbor, Susan Laws. I remember doing crafts in the garage of the parsonage house. I remember the the Bible stories, explained and demonstrated on the felt board. I remember the songs I learned of God's love and I still remember those first Bible verses that I memorized. I earned my first Bible by perfect attendance. Carol was a class mate of mine. Carol, I extend my deepest condolences on your Dad's passing over, he left a great legacy in his children. I joined the Army after high school and it was while I was stationed in Panama that the scales were truly lifted and I began to see the necessity of my words as a young child when I first "asked Jesus into my heart." Pastor Hackmann will never know the extent of the fruit of his labors and that little church, but I want his family to know that it extends to me, my children and my grandchildren. I think of his ministry whenever I take a small neighbor child to church with me.
