This is a pic of my Great-Grandfather teaching Sunday School at the Assemblies of God Church in Halifax, North Queensland, probably some time around the turn of the 20th century. He was a lay-preacher, as were almost all of his brothers. They would preach at any church that would have them, so I suppose they had a catch-all kind of theology that could sit well at a variety of venues - mostly, I'd imagine, Pentecostal, Baptist, Salvationist and Methodist. One of my Great-Uncles was a famous itinerant preacher who rode a bicycle around North Queensland preaching the gospel for many years. Later they pretty much settled down in either the AOG or the Salvation Army. My Grandfather totally abandoned religion, and ended up marrying a good Methodist girl.
Anyway, the reason for all this is that I suppose the reason for my wanting to be a minister, just like the reason for me wanting to be a writer, is tied up in some kind of genetic code. And this photo is my evidence.