Because my parents didn’t have any real conviction about their faith, I was allowed to go to church with whoever asked me. I sat through services at Catholic, Methodist, Baptist, and Lutheran churches, as well as a variety of small, non-denominational ones. I had an idea of what God was about, but I never experienced fulfillment in Him. Sometimes I would sit there and think, “What are they talking about?” Other times I felt total joy. Looking back, I know the Holy Spirit was tugging at my heart.
My parents separated when I was 12 years old. Suddenly our family unit was dismantled, and everything in my home life changed. As a preteen, I found myself lost and confused, so I rebelled. Searching for freedom, I took to the streets and joined a gang, going against everything I had ever known to be good and everything my parents had ever taught me.
There are moments when all you can do is stand in speechless amazement as you look at the work of the Lord in your life. Standing in the Rose Garden next to my friend, Richard Beasley, and being honored by the president of the United States was one of those moments. It was a moment only God could orchestrate.
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