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In their beamed-ceiling dining room, the dinner table was set in good taste, and the food that graced the table was even better. My wife and I were glad to accept an invitation to have dinner with the Bateses. An obvious reason was the anticipation of another visit to their attractive and thoughtfully furnished home and the good meal that always awaited us. That was thirty years ago. But there were other reasons why I enjoyed visiting the Bateses. They were intelligent and consecrated members of my little parish. Mrs. Bates had worked and prayed for forty years that her husband should publicly confess Christ and become a member of the church with her, their children and grandchildren. And now, at sixty-five, he had been instructed and baptized and was showing that "first love" by a true devotion to the church of which he had for decades been reluctant to become a member.