The Morning God Became Real

The Morning God Became Real

Early in my childhood, I accepted Christ as my Savior. With a child’s mentality, I’m sure I did it to hopefully make God happy with me, and so I wouldn’t go to hell. There was a lot of turbulence in my home-life through those years. Because of the turbulence, I was attracted to whatever would make me happy. Wherever alcohol was available, I sought after it. Drugs were not readily available like they are today, so drugs were not an option, thank goodness. After high school, I enlisted in the Army. Through little choice of my own, I was “volunteered” to become a prisoner-of-war interrogator and was sent to Vietnam. In the name of “war” I tortured prisoners to get information. Before going to Vietnam, I got married. I came back from Vietnam twisted by the war: hard-hearted and a heavy drinker. My marriage began to go downhill soon thereafter. My youngest brother, Dale, the black sheep of the family as far as I was concerned, also had a powerful born again experience. And it was seeing the incredible change in his life for the better that began to make me take a more serious look at my comprehension of Christianity. When I would talk with Dale, all he would tell me was to forget about my hang-ups about Christianity and organized religion,

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