Environment: No Godly Activity In My House Growing Up
I did not hear or see any Godly activity in my house. How can a kid make a choice about anything if they never learn anything or are not given two pieces of information to make a choice with.
Here is a story to point this out in my life concerning going to church.
A brother of a very good friend of mine died July 4th weekend 1987 and the ensuing week or two were very emotional.
A large group of us friends attended the funeral. I was lost and very nervous at the service. I did not know what to do or how to act in church.
I felt ashamed.
I felt I was letting my friend and his brother down.
After the funeral was over a whole group of us had a beer party and ended up driving around on a hay wagon out in the country. As the beer started flowing so did the tears and anger from some of us teenage males and the inevitable occurred.
A fight broke out.
One of our friends jumped off of the wagon into the ditch while it was moving, and I dove after him. I got him in a full arm choke hold and if it would not have been for my friend who lost his brother yelling in my ear to, “Let him go!”, I would have choked our other friend out.
I was a mess.
I returned home somehow and was sitting on our small front cement porch. Balling like a baby.
My mom sat down next to me and I told her how awful I felt that I didn’t know how to act at church and how I felt like I let my friends down.
She put her arm around me when I asked why we didn’t ever go to church.
She said, “I didn’t think it was important.”
Then with my dad. Some friends of my mom’s took us to church one time when I was about 9 or 10 years old, it was a youth Sunday school gathering. The next day I witnessed my dad screaming at my mom about letting us go to church and he didn’t want us, “getting all religious!”.
And I mean screaming!
Well guess what, I loved my mom, and so there wouldn’t be no way, I would ever go to church again, because there ain’t no way, it was going to be my fault for my dad to scream at my mom like that again.
And I didn’t.
“Not no way, not no how!”
I didn’t go to church until I met my wife, and she wanted to get married in her family church.
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