I’ve shared four stories with you so far, each one a high point in my walk with God. But they represent a measly four days out of 18,650 days since my salvation experience (are we feeling old yet?). It would be Facebook- and Twitter-like of me to only post my better experiences.  My first 3… Read more

Before I share this next story I want to give you some background. Newborns are narcissistic, and they have to be. They depend on others for survival and their needs are paramount. It’s possible that the first emotions a newborn feels are love and fear. Love when mother is present and tenderly attending to baby’s… Read more

A month or so after I began attending church, Mike McGinley and Mary, his fiance, drove me to a “sisters house” in Chula Vista for lunch. On the way I had a premonition that I would meet my future wife. When I first got saved, I promised myself that I would not seek a girlfriend.… Read more

The third event I want to share happened within two months of my salvation experience and after my out-of-body experience. Durng a Sunday morning sermon, Pastor Cronquist bragged, “After three hours of prayer, I’m just getting started.” I wanted to find out what he was talking about so when I got home I went straight… Read more

Three events shaped my hunger for experiencing God. This story is about one of them.  After my salvation experience I continued living with my childhood friend, Mike Robins, in what I now call the drug house. A few weeks after my conversion, old friends started to gather at the house and I didn’t want to… Read more

On a Tuesday afternoon in the winter of 1972, I became a Christian.  After I got out of the Marine Corps in March of ’71, I hitchhiked from Virginia to Santee, California, where I grew up. I couldn’t wait to be back among friends. But living in Santee didn’t go well. I partied myself into… Read more