I was raised in a Christian family and my earliest childhood memories include regular Sunday school and Church attendance as a family. I was taught that our Judeo-Christian values were not just a part of our Sunday routine they should be part of our character and influence all aspects of our lives. I was also taught that as important as these values were they could not save us. We must also be “born again” by accepting Christ.
I accepted Christ as my personal Savior in November 1966 during a Sunday evening service when I was eleven years old.
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Adam’s Life Will Be Full Of Toil
This is my story.
This is my wife Eileen’s Story.
This is my oldest son Joshua’s story.
But God Looked On Able With Favor
This is my youngest son Joel’s story.
The Brew Is A Musing 