Already having a pretty good child for 4 plus years, my parents decided to make another child. As they had fun trying, but eventually they succeeded, giving birth to a little, precious boy with fat (or should I say phat) cheeks that ladies love to pinch. (Are you getting sick yet? Well, just hold on to your upchuck bucket!) 😁
My brother was happily expecting to see me as my parents took my mother to the hospital 3 weeks overdue. Then I came out. I imagine there must have been moist cake with sweet frosting, ice cream, balloons, & colorful streamers to celebrate my bìrth! (sick yet? 😉)
Okay, here’s what my true life really looked like. One of my earliest memories was that of my salvation. It was Sunday evening, and I went to a sermon preached by my senior pastor at the time. It just so happened to be my physical birthday, and couldn’t think of why I had to be in church when I would rather be doing something else, like twiddling my thumbs. Instead, I had to be at church, mainly because I didn’t want to have to explain to my mother why I was skipping church that humid Sunday evening.
During this particular Sunday evening, I begrudgenly went along. Typically, there were 4-5 hymns sung, followed by the pastor’s preaching the sermon, followed by a response. People would go up to the altar with music (an organ or piano) would softly play behind you while the pastor continued with the invitation to follow Jesus Christ.
I have been to many church services where this is the protocol. Yet, the Holy Spirit got a hold of me that night as the preacher described in eloquent detail the dangers of going to hell where Satan and his other demons are going to spend eternity. Eternity is a long time! 😊 Frightened, I did not want to go to hell where the demons hang out. 👹 So, I made a decision that night. I chose to follow Jesus Christ! 🤗…