25 Years Ago

Twenty-five years ago…

There was an 8 year old boy who would get on a van every Sunday morning to go to church.

There was an 8 year old boy who went to the church because he knew it was a place where people cared about him.

There was an 8 year old boy who began to ask a lot of questions about Jesus.

There was an 8 year old boy who had a Sunday School teacher to visit him and answer those questions.

There was an 8 year old boy who accepted Christ right in the middle of his living room.

There was an 8 year old boy whose life would be changed FOREVER!

Although I don’t know her name or anything about her, I am greatly indebted to this lady who shared Christ with me.  Thinking about this today has me a little overwhelmed (and feeling old!).