12 hours from when I write this, I'll be at the airport, getting ready for a 10-day mission trip to the Dominican Republic. This morning, I was challenged once again to share the gospel more often. So, since I'm supposed to have my testimony ready to share in the trip, I suppose I could also share it with all of you. So, I've set up my blog to autopost the three parts this week on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. For the next Monday and Wednesday, I'll post some other material... If I get around to writing it.
The story of what God has done in my life is best begun with my conversion. To be honest, I don't remember it well; I was around six years old, still living in Connecticut at the time, and on the way home from church on, if I recall correctly, Easter Sunday of that year. It used to bother me that this experience was shadowy in my memory. Now, though, I realize that this event, while extremely meaningful, was only the beginning of God working on me.
For the next six to eight years, I was the typical (maybe stereotypical) church brat. I knew all the answers in Sunday School, could find all the verses, etc. Behavior-wise, I was pretty good. I seem to remember going through a brief period of "I'm the most important person in the world and everything is everyone else's fault" (it may not have been as dramatic as all that, but that's what I was saying in my mind), but generally speaking, I was a good kid.
Rather than padding it out with fluff, I'll just leave it there for now. I need to stretch for two more installments, and I'm already 12 to 14 years old, after all. Look forward to another post on Wednesday.
No random thoughts until I get back. I'm barely scratching this out as it is.
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