- Mar 21, 2018
- 19
- 23
- 78
- Country
- United States
- Gender
- Male
- Faith
- Non-Denom
- Marital Status
- Married
For 66 years I was anything but a Christian.
My father murdered my mother when I was 4 years old in 1952. He was never convicted of the crime and he immediately adopted me out to my grandparents. They were much to old to be raising a 4 year old little boy, but what were they to do.
My father was an alcoholic and was extremely mean. He never had anything to do with my life, no matter how much I tried to be in his life.
My grandfather passed away when I was 11 and from that day forward it was just me and my elderly grandmother. I became a young hell raising kid and had nothing but contempt for everything and everyone, including family.
I spend 2 years in Vietnam and my family had no contact with me through all of that either. I quickly became very recluse and got very much into almost every street drug known to man, including alcohol.
One day, 3 years ago, my brother in law, that I had never met came to visit. He was very much a God fearing, loving Christian, who had just became ordained.
He asked me if I had a relationship with God and I said "no". He asked me if I believed in God and I gave him, at that time, my stock and trade answer. "I Don't Know" So, he asked me if I believed in Jesus? Instantly, I answered "of course". So, he came right back with the next question. "What's the difference?" I didn't know. So, he challenged me to use one of the bibles my wife had in the house and to read at least a verse or more each day for the next 30 days. It didn't take long before I was not only reading a verse but much more a day. It got to the point the more I read, the more I wanted to read and I couldn't wait to read more. I began going to church at the request of one of my neighbors and loved it. I gave up the alcohol and the drugs and truly deal with my life and my walk with Jesus.
One day, June 8. 2015, I was home alone and I was standing in the middle of my livingroom and I began crying and I couldn't stop. That day, I got on my knees and gave my heart and soul to God.
Now, I play lead guitar in the church band, some days I teach Bible Study in our church, I teach Sunday School in our church and I am hoping someday to be able to give the Worship Message in front of our Congregation.
I look back on my life and am so happy where I am as well is my wife, who thanks God everyday for my change and for God coming into my life. I wish I had not wasted so much of my life hating everything and everyone. But, I am so thankful for what God has done for me and what I know he will continue to bring into my life. For he is truly truly my life and my savior.
My father murdered my mother when I was 4 years old in 1952. He was never convicted of the crime and he immediately adopted me out to my grandparents. They were much to old to be raising a 4 year old little boy, but what were they to do.
My father was an alcoholic and was extremely mean. He never had anything to do with my life, no matter how much I tried to be in his life.
My grandfather passed away when I was 11 and from that day forward it was just me and my elderly grandmother. I became a young hell raising kid and had nothing but contempt for everything and everyone, including family.
I spend 2 years in Vietnam and my family had no contact with me through all of that either. I quickly became very recluse and got very much into almost every street drug known to man, including alcohol.
One day, 3 years ago, my brother in law, that I had never met came to visit. He was very much a God fearing, loving Christian, who had just became ordained.
He asked me if I had a relationship with God and I said "no". He asked me if I believed in God and I gave him, at that time, my stock and trade answer. "I Don't Know" So, he asked me if I believed in Jesus? Instantly, I answered "of course". So, he came right back with the next question. "What's the difference?" I didn't know. So, he challenged me to use one of the bibles my wife had in the house and to read at least a verse or more each day for the next 30 days. It didn't take long before I was not only reading a verse but much more a day. It got to the point the more I read, the more I wanted to read and I couldn't wait to read more. I began going to church at the request of one of my neighbors and loved it. I gave up the alcohol and the drugs and truly deal with my life and my walk with Jesus.
One day, June 8. 2015, I was home alone and I was standing in the middle of my livingroom and I began crying and I couldn't stop. That day, I got on my knees and gave my heart and soul to God.
Now, I play lead guitar in the church band, some days I teach Bible Study in our church, I teach Sunday School in our church and I am hoping someday to be able to give the Worship Message in front of our Congregation.
I look back on my life and am so happy where I am as well is my wife, who thanks God everyday for my change and for God coming into my life. I wish I had not wasted so much of my life hating everything and everyone. But, I am so thankful for what God has done for me and what I know he will continue to bring into my life. For he is truly truly my life and my savior.
