[CWOJackson]

It was twice for me. Both times were on active duty but not because of my service. The first time I accepted Christ it was in conjunction with becoming a member of the denomination that "saved me". The second time, the only time that matters to me, I accepted Christ on my own and without the restrictions imposed by others.

This is off topic but something you might find interesting. It's an incident I think back on often.

I was on a flight once where I sat next to an engineer from JPL. I couldn't help but notice he was reading a report of a Mars lander project. I commented that his work must be interesting. He replied by telling me about his career and the many leading edge projects he had been involved with.

I was impressed and told him so. He took out his wallet and handed me a plastic laminate card; inside of it was a simple blade of grass. That was his anchor to reality. No matter how much he had accomplished, no matter what gains he had made, none of it compared to that blade of grass and the One who had made it. (

I carry my own blade of grass around with me today.

[class8601_nuke]

Great story. I was reactor operator onboard Enterprise (CVN-65) and everything I touch, everything I hear, everything I see points me right back to the One who created everything with a word. I tried to read the Bible, but I never understood it. I had to get to the point of not being able to control myself or my surrounding (that I ever thought that I had control makes me laugh) before I was ready to hear "Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled"