Sermons by “Roger Bullard”
Each time I return to RI, a flood of memories comes over me. As a youngster I remember summer weekends in Weekapaug. As a navy flyer I served the better part of four years at Quonset Point. I have fond memories of girls loved and lost in Newport, the last ferry back to Jamestown on Saturday night, lobster rolls, fishing off Point Judith.
What I remember most is water. Water is everywhere. Most days, it is beautiful. Some days, in times of low cloud and Nor’easters, the surface of Narragansett Bay turns dark, threatening, with whitecaps. Some of you this morning carry living memories of the devastation of September, 1938. Water is everywhere. In Rhode Island you are …View Sermon