I was born in July of 1976. When I was two, however, I contracted spinal meningitis. Now, I was too young to really remember any of it, but I've been told stories. One thing I know, although I've never been told, is that I was heavily prayed for. From what I've been told, I was lucky to have lived through that, let alone come out with no major physical problems or brain damage. (although the jury is sometimes still out on that one.) The one scar that I do bear from the entire incident is my lazy eye. The Bible tells us that God has a plan for each of us. That's never really been hard for me to believe. I mean, the doctors said that I could have easily died, so God must want me to hang around for something, right?

Well, I got a little older and went to Sunday School at our old church. There I learned the basics of the Christian Religion. I knew that God was God, that Jesus was his son, that He died on a cross and rose at Easter. I knew that He was born on Christmas and that he died so that we can go to heaven. What never clicked with me, was that He did all this, but I had to respond. I never realized that I had a part to fulfill.

Fast forward a little bit to High school. Now, I think I was a pretty good kid. I never got into trouble (except for a few times), and was generally a nice guy. However, Romans 3:23 says "all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God" - obviously being a good person isn't enough. It was after I had met Sandy and we began going out that I realized this. (No the two are not directly connected.) I was infuriated by some comments that a "friend" of mine had made, and refused to speak to him, even though he had only been joking around. Now, back in my "younger days" I had a bit of a temper, and holding grudges was no problem whatsoever for me.

Over that summer (by this time, we had switched to this church) pastor Wilson preached on forgiving others because God forgave us - even if they don't deserve our forgiveness or haven't asked for it. Well, during that service, I prayed, telling God that I realized I wasn't doing things the way that He wanted. I asked Him to forgive me, and told Him that I would try to do things His way from here on out. At that point I became a citizen of heaven. Now, did I realize all of the ramifications of that prayer? No. I don't think I had all the background to, but I know that I meant what I said. One thing learned growing up was that your word was important. So is that the end of my story, right? Nope.

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