by ron collins
As we enter the week of Easter, I want to share my story of faith. It is and continues to be a journey. Now before you tune me out, yes, there is some humor involved; see marble above, which leads to a funny, but embarrassing story. And my path, like all of us, has had its struggles. I will reveal some of those struggles. Here is the opening paragraph.
My late parents were God fearing people who were determined for me to fear him also. They did not make me go to church. My choices were two-fold. Go to church; eat and sleep at their house. Don’t go to church; eat and sleep somewhere else. I enjoyed eating and sleeping at their house, so church it was! And boy did we ever go to church! We went every Sunday morning and night, Wednesday night, Friday nights once a month and any time there was a revival, which to me, seemed like once a month. Moreover, my mom was the janitor and clerk, dad was the unofficial (and unpaid) maintenance man and treasurer. I helped mom clean the church and I mowed the church yard. So, if I told you we were church going people, would you believe me?
My goal this week is for you to share your church experiences. I would love to see a good dialogue follow this story.
See you Wednesday. Until then, I hope your week is grand!