Auto Biography (Part 1)
Autobiography (at least one page)
My very earliest thoughts of God are somehow rooted in the very humble and fervent relationship of my mother with God. This is a woman who has been praying for me day in and day out since before I was conceived. She has truly burned the midnight oil down on her knees in prayer, and the presence and glory of God has been faithful to meet her & refresh her there. I had been given an opportunity to begin at the very earliest of age to perceive life and the universe thru the eyes of child-like faith, as she enjoyed every detail imaginable with a sweet reverence toward the One who is glorified by all of those things that are in His creation. I was brought up around the Word of God and prayer, and sung to in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs as mom worshipped the living God. When I was a little bit older, I remember having many fun filled, and very educational, Sunday nursery & Sunday school classes. I had been given much encouragement in memorizing Bible verses, and much reason to look forward to getting into the main Chapel services with my mom & the other adults someday. One most memorable time in Sunday childcare was when a man came, and left a tract on the floor by me. The tract had a picture of Christ crucified & his blood sprinkling upon the head of a man kneeling down at the foot of the cross with head bowed & praying hands. I have asked many questions about this, as I began to really get the “photizo” of just who Jesus Christ really is to me as a personal savior. I thank God that my earliest church memories are of Pastor Frank Tamillio (Pastor that broke away from the “Open Bible” / Now The senior pastor of Amazing Grace Ministries) & “The Bible Speaks” Church activities. I believe that I got saved at the age of 7, in the back of a Volkswagen Bug. The car was owned by Mrs. Carol Mineheart, and often occupied by Carol, my mom & myself. I remember praying in my own way, but with attention to everything I had learned about praying that kind of prayer. I told the Lord Jesus that I wanted to let Him into the door of my heart and be saved forever, and be able to go to heaven someday. I told Him that I was sure that I, and nobody else could ever get to heaven without Lord Jesus in their heart to save them. I believed, and I believe I am saved from that point on. I remember that while contemplating that great unconditional love by which Jesus loves me and everyone, my thoughts of others changed. I had very vivid (even colorful) thoughts about others. As I thought of the very next person that I saw walking down the street, I saw them in my heart as a very special person, and that they were brightly glowing with importance to God above all else. Later on (about a year) my mom started bringing me with her and Bill Healy and others Christians to a nursing home ministry where I began to play guitar for the seniors. They really enjoyed that, and so did I, even though I was very shy at first, and scared. My mom had a knack for persuading me of the best. Praise the lord!
My very earliest thoughts of God are somehow rooted in the very humble and fervent relationship of my mother with God. This is a woman who has been praying for me day in and day out since before I was conceived. She has truly burned the midnight oil down on her knees in prayer, and the presence and glory of God has been faithful to meet her & refresh her there. I had been given an opportunity to begin at the very earliest of age to perceive life and the universe thru the eyes of child-like faith, as she enjoyed every detail imaginable with a sweet reverence toward the One who is glorified by all of those things that are in His creation. I was brought up around the Word of God and prayer, and sung to in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs as mom worshipped the living God. When I was a little bit older, I remember having many fun filled, and very educational, Sunday nursery & Sunday school classes. I had been given much encouragement in memorizing Bible verses, and much reason to look forward to getting into the main Chapel services with my mom & the other adults someday. One most memorable time in Sunday childcare was when a man came, and left a tract on the floor by me. The tract had a picture of Christ crucified & his blood sprinkling upon the head of a man kneeling down at the foot of the cross with head bowed & praying hands. I have asked many questions about this, as I began to really get the “photizo” of just who Jesus Christ really is to me as a personal savior. I thank God that my earliest church memories are of Pastor Frank Tamillio (Pastor that broke away from the “Open Bible” / Now The senior pastor of Amazing Grace Ministries) & “The Bible Speaks” Church activities. I believe that I got saved at the age of 7, in the back of a Volkswagen Bug. The car was owned by Mrs. Carol Mineheart, and often occupied by Carol, my mom & myself. I remember praying in my own way, but with attention to everything I had learned about praying that kind of prayer. I told the Lord Jesus that I wanted to let Him into the door of my heart and be saved forever, and be able to go to heaven someday. I told Him that I was sure that I, and nobody else could ever get to heaven without Lord Jesus in their heart to save them. I believed, and I believe I am saved from that point on. I remember that while contemplating that great unconditional love by which Jesus loves me and everyone, my thoughts of others changed. I had very vivid (even colorful) thoughts about others. As I thought of the very next person that I saw walking down the street, I saw them in my heart as a very special person, and that they were brightly glowing with importance to God above all else. Later on (about a year) my mom started bringing me with her and Bill Healy and others Christians to a nursing home ministry where I began to play guitar for the seniors. They really enjoyed that, and so did I, even though I was very shy at first, and scared. My mom had a knack for persuading me of the best. Praise the lord!