Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Indian Boy in the City
I would walk by this church often running errands for my mother to the store and I would hear the songs and be amazed. I was attending classes to learn about God in the Catholic Nunnery and remember one day I was blowing bubbles as I listened to the stories. Of course the Nun was not happy and came to the back of the room and scolded me. It was all good and I paid closer attention but there seemed to be something missing in my formative years and the Nuns were not really doing a great job.
I was picked to attend a field trip through the Nunnery and I said I would go with them. I was taken to a Training/College place for priests and I was shown around the campus. I saw the biggest books I have ever seen in my life and I was astounded because it seemed like a place of growing and learning and I really wanted to learn about God. It was a passion of mine and I wanted to learn all I could but things were going to change in my young life.
So here is how my life was changed for the rest of my life and I write for my grandchildren because I know they will wonder where they came from and how we lived early and in 2014. As I was walking by the Anglican Methodist Episcopal Church, which is an African American Church and the name is confusing but the Black Folks could sing and I thought many times before, God must be in that church because people who sing like this have to know God. So one day at the age of 8 years old I was walking by the church and looked up and basically told God I did not know him, I looked at the steeple and was very clear with God. Eight years old and I realized I did not know the Creator and things were gonna changed.
Well it took four years after hearing about God and Jesus. It was clear there was a message for me but it did not happen until I was 12 years old and I was in the Black Forest near Colorado Springs and I heard a message on John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosever believes in HIM would not parish and have everlasting life. The guy speaking said is there anyone who would like to give their life to Jesus. I raised my hand and this burley white man came up and prayed with me. I gave my life to Jesus that night and it changed me.
I eventually went back to the city and found myself floundering a bit but then our family moved to Pine Ridge and it was a sad day leaving the city. I had no choice and was being removed from my surroundings. I did not want to leave but I was only fourteen and things were going to change even faster for my life. I arrived in Pine Ridge and met my relatives and was lost a bit since I prayed to receive Jesus. But I came to a church called Pine Ridge Gospel Mission and found a home and started listening to the word of God and it was powerful as I sat and took in all that was said.
Eventually I felt a calling to attend Bible College and wound up in Minnesota but life was not even close to perfect, we face a sick baby and bad decisions and struggle even up to today but I assure you God never left and I have some great things happen in my life and I know God has me in his arms.
My faith is mine and I trust the Father and what Jesus did on the cross.