Backin' up a bit

Sometimes I get excited telling my story that I jump around. I jump around A LOT. My apologies. One day when Nick was three, he brought a Bible to Jen and said to her, "Here. Read this." After that he went back to playing. She thought it was strange, but she started reading the Bible. She had been to church before with his grandma and cousins. She had always had a Bible, but never really read it. I had a couple of Bibles myself and never really read them. I thought it was a good book. A book full of good stories, full of wisdom and good morals. Nothing much more. At this time, we were attending a friend's church. It was a Pentecostal church and I really didn't like it. I felt like the pastor was bragging about his own goodness and his personal spot in heaven and that I was just out of luck. No hope for me. I also had heard people discussing how some people are chosen by God and others are not. Predestination is what they called it. I only heard a little and it sounded confusing.

When Nick got sick, we stopped going. Along the way, Jen had become a Christian. At Loma Linda, I did too. I wasn't too sure about myself though.