My name is Jim, and I’m a bus kid.
I remember that first Sunday morning when, as a six-year-old boy, I rode the bus in Rockford, Illinois, to a simple church on Auburn Street. It was there, as a child, that I learned of the love of God. Little did those bus workers and children’s church workers know that they had reached a boy who would dedicate his life to teaching boys and girls. For the past 34 years, I have preached every Sunday to the fourth through sixth graders who ride the bus to North Valley, and for the past 33 years, I have taught in our Christian school. All because a bus worker came to our house every Sunday.
I’m Jim Carey, and I’m a bus kid.
