I was raised knowing Jesus Christ. During my early growing-up years, I attended church regularly, mainly because my mother was the choir director and organist. I was baptized at the age of 14 or 15, but only because all the other members of my Sunday School were being baptized. Once I graduated high school, I drifted away from the church and over the next 20 or so years followed a few paths that I wish I hadn’t.
I began to learn about and develop a personal relationship with Jesus Christ through an excellent teaching pastor, a loving congregation, and participation in the choir
Then a co-worker and close friend invited me to a large Baptist Church, where I began to learn about and develop a personal relationship with Jesus Christ through an excellent teaching pastor, a loving congregation, and participation in the choir. I subsequently joined several Bible studies and small groups, all of which have been instrumental in helping me to continually grow in my faith.
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I was rebellious because of everything I’d been through. I couldn’t take it out on my dad, so I took it out on my mom. My mom called the police on me. I didn’t care who they were. I wasn’t fazed by their authority.
We now have eight grandchildren, and my prayer is for all of us to one day be reunited in God’s Kingdom.
When my older son was in his late teens, he began to drink alcohol and it soon turned our world upside down. It was a long, harrowing ten years of severe alcohol abuse, car accidents, constant worry and sleepless nights. He nearly died twice.
I remember being in church and going up to the altar and crying. I was so tired of the life I was living. I needed help. I felt a sense of peace at that time and knew that if this Jesus thing can work for some of these other guys, then it can definitely work for me.
I said to myself, “Why should anyone envy me and want to be in my shoes?”
God has led me to amazing places in my life, so let me explain how God led me from South Carolina to Kenya.