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Keeper of the Way
I’ve given parts of my “faith journey” in some of my other stories. Bits and pieces to an ever changing narrative. Here, I will try to sum it up and give an idea of where I am now.
I was born into a nominally Christian family. My dad was a preacher’s kid and wanted anything but that for himself or his sons. He ended up being a preacher and working together in the ministry with both of us, my brother and I, but that is a story for another day. My early years were Christian, but not Christian all the time. We went to church on Sundays to the church my pawpaw pastored, but weekdays were spent on everything else but God.
I definitely remember feeling conviction and I remember the morning the Lord saved me. I didn’t walk down the aisle at the altar call. Dad told me after that you didn’t have to walk down to the altar to get saved. This was new information for me at that point. So, I went to a Sunday school room with my maw and pawpaw and he asked a bunch of confirmatory questions that I answered yes to, rather emphatically. We were all crying and it was a celebratory day, as it should have been.
I believe the Lord really did save me that day. I was born again. I was nine years old.
The years leading to adulthood were, as most, up and down. My teenage years were spent at a different church after my pawpaw passed away. It was at this church…
