I grew up going to church. It seemed like everyone went to church. Looking back, I guess it was the “in” thing to do. I went to Sunday School and then joined my parents for service. During the week, we usually attended some functions at the church, whether it was scouts, softball, or another service.
But I never knew Jesus. And God was distant. So, when I turned 15. my family stopped going to church. We stopped going because it seemed like a chore instead of a celebration. An obligation instead of a desire.
Throughout my adult life, I have had an affliction that has disabled me at times. I wont go into details but it has been a tremendous burden for me to bear. It has affected my relationships, my work, pretty much every aspect of my life. I tried to find God in my own way throughout the 1980′s and into the early 90′s. I was desperate for intervention. In the late 80′s, I went to counseling with a Christian minister and he started me on my lifelong journey of hope and redemption.
Flash back, if you will, a bit. I had troubled relationships in life and at work due to my affliction, no doubt. I do not want to seem like I am blaming everyone else for my problems, so please don’t misunderstand me. My upbringing was not the best in the world. My father didn’t guide me in the way I should go the way I would have liked. I want to urge all the moms and dads out there to pay attention to their children and their relationship with others. Guide them. Nurture them. Protect them from harm. The bible says to guide them in the way they should go. Do that. Let the bible and your wisdom guide you in your relationship with your kids. Anyway, I had a multitude of problems. And no one interceded.
Like I said, I tried different things to find my God. New age, Buddhism, a bit of this and that. I knew God was there, I just couldn’t find Him. Finally, I worked one day with a friend of mine who happened to be a Christian. Now, keep in mind that I had been in counseling for several years by now and was frantic and spiritually desperate. This friend left my car radio on to a Christian talk radio station so that very next day I jumped into my car and on the radio was Charles Stanley, an Atlanta minister who also has a radio show. “How did my radio get turned to this station,” I thought. Then I thought of Ed, my dear friend. He left it there for me to listen to. So I listened. And Dr. Stanley started talking about our Father in Heaven who loves us and desires to have a great relationship with us. I started crying. My dad and I have never had a good relationship. I think he has told me once in his life that he loves me. Well, here was Dr. Stanley telling me of my heavenly Father who loves me unconditionally and desires a personal relationship with me. Tears were flowing. That was when I pulled I pulled the car to the side of the road, a busy I-75 in morning traffic, and listened carefully at what I had to do to get into this relationship. It was there that I asked Jesus into my heart and asked Him to forgive my sins. Now I’m all smiles because even in the trials I know He is with me and He loves me no matter what.
