Lee

I, as many have, grew up in a home of Christian influence. We were made to go to Sunday School and worship services on Sunday mornings and attending Vacation Bible School each summer. We were taught what was right and wrong and even recited the “Now I lay me down to sleep” prayer almost every night.

As I become old enough to become semi-independent, I chose to hunt, fish, and work more than be a part of church attendance. Needless to say, my spiritual life became non-existent. As a young adult, I watched the congregation I grew up in go through a time of turmoil and eventual split. I chose then to distance myself from the church full of hypocrites and decided that if that was what God was all about, I needed no part of it. As I lived my young adult life, my attitude was one of rebellion and self-service. It was all about me and mine. I provided and protected what was mine and did more good than bad so God would be happy with me. Man life was great…or so I thought.

In February of 1994, our youngest son became ill. As we were in and out of hospitals, watching test after test being ran and not very many answers, my world was turned upside down. During the time of trial and tribulation, God allowed me to be broken to the point of questioning all that I believed and trusted. I was not in control. I could not protect my family from everything. I needed help. Jesus showed up as my help. He is my Savior.

In October 1994, I surrendered everything to Him. I now know that He had a perfect plan all along, even through my years of rebellion. Through the leadership of my Pastor, I began to realize the calling on my life. Serving in many ministries within the church, from Deacon to Youth Minister to Worship Leader, and to now, the Senior Pastor. After serving in several churches through the years, Community Baptist called me in August 2013 and now, our histories are being written together.