Hi everyone,
Okay.
I am a 40 somethings Christian who became serious about Jesus at the age of 26.
My father, my only parent died of cancer when I was but 22, an orphan I suppose.
It was near Thanksgiving one year, I was watching a television commercial depicting a large family sitting around the dinner table... and there I sat alone with a turkey sandwich.
From that point I had decided that the world had rejected me...
So I applied for a job.
"Take me Lord, do something with me..."
It was at that time my troubles began, lol, but in the end I was truly glad for my troubles.
It was not long until I lost my job in electronics, lost my house, even my dog.
This was about the age of 30.
I left my town and took a bus north, was to remain homeless on and off for the next ten years.
I know my experience gave me more compassion for the poor, I had walked in my brother's shoes, there by the grace of God
went I...
Thx