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Some personal stories of why Jesus called us, where we came from and why most of us are still here.   (Bill)

This saint, the other Bill Brown was my hero. He took me in when i was 17 and let me live in his basement when I had no where else to go. He always had an encouraging word. Treated me like family. Then he taught a lot of us the art of painting.

This is the Bill Brown I loved heart emoticon He exhibited all the fruits of the Spirit - love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. He actually reminded me of my dad which made him very special in my eyes

Can we share Bill Brown and Family from Detroit stories? I really appreciated his warm, kind ways. I got to know him a bit better when he and Marge came to Allegan to live in a mobile home next to us. And Jimmy, too.

My other dad. And my good friend. Still filled with love for him. The Browns were my other family.

Every time I saw him he'd say "Joe Bananas!, a diamond in the rough. His family was always like being with my own. I loved Mama Brown's Sunday meals! The first study I went to in Detroit was at Bill's house. I remember looking down the driveway when we pulled over and seeing kids sitting by the basement windows straining to hear the words of life. Blew my mind!! I hadn't been in town a day and then the next thing I know I'm moving in with all you dear people. There was never a shortage of love, or, what was that word Ralph used.....Oh yeah...discipline!

Bill was the best. So practical and wise. He had seen a lot and told it like it was!!

Bill was everything to alot of us. He NEVER wanted any credit for helping to change our lives. Thanks Bill, we all miss you.

I remember arguing with God in a garage where I lived. I wanted his presence there in front of me. If you are the Good Shepherd, then take care of me. I opened the garage door and there was Bill Brown. He put his hands on my shoulders and gave me that greeting massage and ask how are you doing, son. We talked and we prayed and he left. I walked back in the garage, I got what I had asked for. I'll never forget when the Good Shepherd looked out for me.

Bill Brown was a great man of God and I have very special memories of him and Marge
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