"They would be there about an hour praying. The men and women would come shouting through the woods to the church and when you got there, you could believe that God was going to do something."

"My Mother used to tell me the story. You see, her Grandmother, Sister Rushing, was here as they laid the foundation: anointing, praying, and crying over each block that was placed, cooking and feeding the men and sweating along with those who labored with the love to make a 'Sanctuary of God'. "

"Every time the Lord got to working, Aunt Dollie -she could shout. She was worse than Leon."

“Grove Meeting” prayers ...lasted “hours”. By the time the “grove prayer warriors” got to the “Arbor”, the Spirit and Power of God was so powerfully rich, the preacher had no trouble delivering the message...because they’d prayed the hindrances out of the way.

"Brother Mitchell...was one good preacher man. He lived in Bonifay and rode his bicycle back-and-forth to church."

"I have a lot of fun memories of old Saints that were going here when I was young."

"There was a man that got so happy one night he ran out through the paper."

"Yes, we had miracles back then!"

"I think that was the only time there was ever a goat who attended services at new Bethany."

"There are so many memories of childhood surrounding New Bethany."

"Sister Legear surely knew how to reach the Lord!"