Brother Nettles was pastor of the church my parents attended when I was born, so he was my first pastor. It was at the church he pastored in New Orleans where I first remember, as a very young boy, kneeling at an alter and praying to God, tears in my eyes. When I got up from the alter, I felt so light inside, and I believe this is when God saved me. More than 60 years have passed since then, but even in his 90’s, Brother Nettles was still ministering to me and my family, driving to the hospital to be with me and my dad during a surgery, and visiting my widowed mother after my dad’s passing. His life was an example of true humility, service, integrity, godliness. He has touched countless lives along the way. A great man of God, he will be missed.