My Testimony Part 1
I was raised in a nice home. I was blessed by having parents who never divorced, who were kind and took care of my sister, brother and me. I was also blessed to have my maternal grandmother living with us all of my childhood. Our parents sent us to Sunday school because they believed it was good for us, though my father rarely attended church. The only prayer I ever heard in the household was my mother saying grace before meals (and to this day I cannot remember what she would say). I cannot say that we ever really talked about God or the Lord Jesus. The extent of our religious celebrations were limited to having ham for Easter, Santa Clause visiting at Christmas and having Turkey for Thanksgiving. I was born in Canada, but my family moved to California when I was young. I don’t remember much about Canada besides when we visited family years later. I was a California boy and loved it. I was convinced that it was the greatest p...