I can’t ever remember not going to church. My Dad was a pastor, and Mom was a big part of the music ministry of the church he served from my earliest recollection. We would arrive at church before everyone else and leave after everyone else. I remember always being surrounded by church folks–people of all kinds and ages, both good and bad.

Both my Dad and Mom did their best to teach, and tell, and describe what being saved, believing in Christ, and being part of God’s family–the church–was all about. They did a great job, but probably the best lessons came from seeing them be everything they taught at church, at home when church members weren’t around. They lived what they believed in front of me everyday.

So, at 7 years of age, it was very easy for me to accept that Jesus was who my Dad said HE was, and to confess Him as my Lord and Savior.

My parents showed me Jesus–What an awesome gift!