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Vyina Felix's avatar

Glad God made me have time for this. It’s been a while and your writing is always a joy to read. And edifying.

David Bergsland's avatar

Your piece today really touched me. I was nominally that kind of child. As I read it, however, the Lord showed me that my father had been that kind of child as well. He never rebelled though. He was just very asocial and had no idea about how people related to each other. I became the same kind of man. But I rebelled, tuned in, dropped out, and turned on with LSD and a wide assortment of drugs along with the occult.

My fairly normal fifties family was basically destroyed in the late fifties when the Lord spoke to my Dad as he drove home from work one day. He radically changed in his late forties. He was one of the first Episcopalian charismatics in the very early 60s. My mother couldn't handle it and divorced him because "he had become a religious fanatic". I was the eldest son and very close to my mother. She pulled me out of basic training at Lackland AFB in San Antonio. So, I testified in court that what my mother said was true. But I had no idea what was really going on. I was only 19.

After the Air Force graciously decided that the military and I were not compatible, my father worked at starting a relationship with me. By this time, I was almost overcome with rage. But he kept at it. When the arguments became too strong, he cut them off—after he made me promise that I would never give up until I knew I had found the Truth.

By the time the Lord touched me at thirty years old in 1974, I was nearly destroyed. But the Lord had changed my father to the place where he was the perfect mentor for me. Everything that he had gone through worked well for me also. I am truly grateful for how the Lord can redeem fathers. I was so screwed up that I never had a child, which is probably a good thing. I had stepdaughters, and they were good.

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