Running from God

Being raised in a pastors home, I was privileged to hear about Jesus. As a child I fell in love with reading is word. However, knowing the Truth and living the truth are two different things. After a few years of rebellion, it became clear to me that running from God was futile. He relentlessly pursued me and His words haunted me so much, that even at parties I would find myself listening to hurting people, yet keeping the answer to myself. So, in a sense, I wasn't just running from the fear of being unable to live the truth, but the calling for ministry as well.

A major turning point came for me one night at a party. Someone saw me drinking and made fun of me saying that I shouldn't be drinking because my dad was a preacher. It really ticked me off and I told them that since their dad was a plumber than they should go fix the toilet. Then I went for a walk outside and found myself sitting on a pile of wood. As I sat there with a beer in my hand, I looked up to stars and prayed, "God, I wish I had the guts to serve you, but not tonight, not tonight.

After wasting too many years on the run, I finally stopped running and embraced the awesome plan He has for my life.