I grew up without a father and have spent most of my life figuring out how to be a man.
I was sixteen when God touched my heart. It’s been a long journey full of false starts, winding turns, and redirections, but that’s how life is. I can’t say I have it all figured out. However, two things have helped me. A God who loves me very much, and a Pastor who looks out for me.
I’m on a mission to create a sense of community. The Bible way. When I was struggling with sexual sin, my pastor said something that has stuck with me, “It’s about discipleship.” I had been removed from church before because unrepentant sin is one of those things that could plague a congregation and stop a move of God, but he knew that if I was going to make it, the best thing he could do for me was not give up. Show me the way. Hold me accountable. In the end, the goal was that I would do the same for others. That’s what Jesus taught his disciples in Matthew 10:8.
“Heal the sick, raise the dead, cure those with leprosy, and cast out demons. Give as freely as you have received!”