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"I grew up in a phenomenal Christian home. My parents took us to church (sometimes it was more like "dragging us"), and I cannot remember a time where we were ever in need. No, we were not wealthy by typical American standards, but we were always healthy, warm, clothed, and fed. I knew every Bible story by grade school, knew every hymn in those old books, and had every trendy t-shirt that was popular at the time. From birth to adulthood, I followed the rules, I was baptized at 9, had my assigned pew, and served my required time each Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday night.  I was the "perfect" Christian.  But, I was lost. I was religious, but lost. I knew who God was, what He did, and what I was to expected to do as a Christian, but I never made Jesus my LORD. Simply put, I was a Christian because it was my "heritage." But, I was still lost. Much like many teenagers, independence and freedom brought doubt, sin, and an un-fillable hole in my heart that nothing could satiate. Believe me, I tried in every way. At 27, and at my worst moment in life (although it may not have appeared so on the outside), I gave my heart to Christ; All of it. Jesus became my LORD, and I have never been the same. I have never gotten over it. In short, the pew wasn't enough. An hour once a week wasn't enough. A bumper sticker and cross neckless was not enough. Every second growing in Christ, the desire to serve Him more has grown. After a time, I found myself going on a summer mission trip to Honduras. In less than 24 hours, my world-view, my understanding of the reality of life outside of the United States, and my ignorance of the desperate physical and spiritual needs of those on the other side of the world slapped me right in the face. That was over a decade ago, and I still cannot go to sleep without seeing those faces; each a different and beautiful picture of God's Grace and Mercy. For me, I refuse to live this life and be content with complacency."

 

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