I was brought up in a Christian home. My parents took me to Sunday school whether I wanted to go or not. I was a miserable frightened boy because I attended Sunday school. All the other boys in the Pueblo made fun of me. They tagged me with all sorts of names, such as “Hallelujah.” I knew they were mocking me because I attended Sunday school down the road from our village.
Not knowing how to answer, I would fight back. To my youthful understanding it seemed that the words they spoke and the rocks they threw were stronger than the power of God in my life. Fear of the boys’ cruelty soon possessed me. As I grew older, I slipped further and further away from the Lord. I gave up fighting my persecutors and finally joined them.
I found myself running away from God instead of with Him. Everywhere I went I would hear something about God, such as a gospel song. I lived under heavy conviction, until one day I had to make a choice between heaven’s path or hell’s road. The Lord drew me back to Himself, to His love and salvation. My choice to serve Him has led me to study His Word and seek to find out His will for my life. My fighting and flight has ended. Jesus Christ has captivated my life.
ML-07/08/1979