I didn’t know Jesus until I got married at 33. My wife was the one who introduced us. I knew she was a Holy-Roller when I married her, but she never forced me to go to church. She just got up and went every Sunday and then to her church groups through the week. She only asked that I keep the cursing and drinking to a minimum (I had been on active duty for 15 years by the time we married).
My last deployment was a tough one. Not only did I leave her with two littles, but that deployment was a rough.
I started going to church with her and the kids when I got home. Can’t explain it, but it felt like I was trespassing.
At one point the Pastor started talking about sin and how Jesus paid the price for it, but as humans we have a hard time letting it go, so he had us write our deepest darkest stuff on a 4 x 8 card and then come up to the front of the church. He had the prayer team up there and we prayed and then that card, with all that hurt and embarrassment, went right into an industrial shredder.
It was a glorious experience and it took a ton of weight off my shoulders. I gave my life to Jesus right then and there and was baptized about two weeks later.
Loving everyday!
What a testimony bro!
My WWII vet grandfather just could not accept that a loving God could forgive him for lord knows whatever he did throughout life.
Pride is a major tool the enemy uses.
I really believe your testimony could help out Vets.
great story
What an awesome testimony! Thanks for sharing it. God bless you and your family.