John Matson

My heart lead me to look up Mr. and Mrs. Matson as its been many decades since I was them. I ran into Mr. Matson in Seymour decades ago while we both had a breakfast meal at Different tables. He saw me and came over to thank me for a deed that took place many years before. He was a Great Soul and is dancing in the heavens with hi bride once again ~ Cindy Shaboo

From a young age, I was taught to attend every Sunday mass to receive the word of the Lord. As a child, I never looked forward to a cycle of standing, sitting, and kneeling for an hour, for that was what going to church meant to me- a routine, a hassle I had to go through every Sunday- because I had yet to understand the true meaning of Christianity and what it meant to have faith.
I don't remember how I landed at the Matson's door, around 1972, I can tell you being involved with the...

With loving thoughts. Jim and Brandi Pond

To the Matson family, My heart goes out to you at this time and in the days ahead. I know that God will embrace you and comfort you during this time of sorrow, and what a precious thought to know that Christians never see each other for the last time. Because of what Mr. Matson told me about Jesus and later after reading in The Gospel of John the third chapter I understood what he was trying to tell me and I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Saviour. Many years later when I was back in Ct...