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My Story - Part 3 of 5

The Middle Ages

Where did I leave off with this story anyway?  Oh yeah.  I became a Christian at age 13 and really didn't notice much of a changed life because I wasn't around anyone who was willing to show me what it meant to have a walk with God.  Do I think I would have wanted one?  I believe so.  High school was uneventful as I was a straight A student.  Remember, I was a good kid. 

After high school I attended the University of Missouri-Columbia.  I was an elected officer for two years with my sorority and as far as going to church, I went to church a whopping total of three times in my four years of college.  I even had a bible in my room.  What did it matter if I didn't read it?  Compared to most of my friends, I was super-spiritual!  After all, I made decent grades and didn't go out partying too awful much. I had good morals and was even considered part of the "god squad" in my sorority, whatever that meant.  I graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Accounting in 1989 and went from there to my first real job as an auditor for the Missouri State Auditors office.  Little did I know that one year later, my life would be turned upside down...

Born Again...Again

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28)

We are never really in control of our lives, much as I would like to think, much less in charge of other people's lives.  As you've probably noticed, I have not indicated any real walk with God so far in my life.  Little did I know that in the summer of 1990, my life was about to change.  You see, I got a phone call from my mom that summer informing me that my dad was leaving her for another woman after 24 years of marriage.   That was quite a fact, it shocked my whole immediate family, with the exception of my dad, into a new relationship with God.   I moved back to KC, took a new job at another accounting firm and moved in with my mom for awhile to help her with her finances. 

All of us started going back to church, this time a baptist church, and for the first time I understood what it was like to make friends in a Sunday School class.  If you recall, the only reason I didn't like going to church as a kid was the fact that we didn't go often enough to form relationships.  Consequently, the seed planted in me 10 years earlier finally began to grow.  Why do I say "born again...again"?  Well, when you've been away from church for so long like I had been, start feeling like you've wasted so much of your life away, and hear a radio preacher ask the radio audience if they were 100% sure they were going to heaven when they died, a person tends to take notice.  I prayed again the sinners prayer in my car one day just as I had done so many years ago.  Do I believe I became a Christian at age 13?  Absolutely.  Did I want to take any chances with my eternal destiny, heaven vs. hell, when I was 23?  Absolutely not.   

Something great came out of my father's indiscretions.   I renewed my commitment to God, my brother realized that he had never had a relationship with God and gave his life to Christ, and my mom got re-energized in her spiritual walk as well.  Still, did I know what it was like to rely on God's strength and power?  No.  God still had a lot of work to do yet in me.  But at least now, I was really ready to get started.

Stay tuned until next time...In the meantime, remember that it is never to late to begin life anew with a plan and a purpose.