If I were to tell you a story... Part 1

He worked wonders from the start. Upon my entrance to the world, the human prognosis was not pleasant news. I was intended to be in a wheelchair to the end; and to the end I was not expected to offer any kind of coherent utterance.

He thumbed his nose at the doctors; and at the age of I think 2-3 I was able to take steps. Eventually later through the help of speech therapy I began to make out coherent sounds.

Divorce happened in my family as the result of my father's drunken nature at that time of life along with abuse. Rest assured I only remember once as a kid sticking a wooden spoon into his mouth while he was asleep.

I should mention throughout this we were all heathen unregenerate family. So no I was not raised in a Christian family. My step father ended up being verbally abusive to us. Eventually he calmed a little.

I meet a friend who invites me to this building and I go to a place where I learn an interesting name. Jesus Christ. (the same friend who leaves the church to continue in a life of sin)

Finally I began my eventual habitual entrance into a life consumed by sin. Grade 9, I entered into a heavy addiction of pornography and everything that attaches itself to that. High School arrived. I belonging to the geeks in the school eventually led to a introverted nature which drove my course into a heavy depression that deepened my addictions even more. The disability was my enemy and I loathed myself everyday. It was my sin.

I had been to a camp in my elementary years and had prayed some prayer not really having any clue as to what I was doing. Heaven just sounded like a nice place.

Eventually, I go into some youth group and started going to a Baptist church out of town. I look into my life and think hmmm did I pray right? so I did that over and over again until I figured it was enough.

Somewhere in here I begin my work in Camp ministry