54 years a retrospective story (Part 1 )
27 May 2020 10:46 AM
Where to begin is a legitimate question. But a silly way to start a short story of a long life or short existence depending on how you look at it. I was born in ohio and where I went from there until I found myself at about age two along with my eldest sister in the arms of my Aunt and Uncle who raised us, I do not know. I was a humble child who soon became spoiled and a bit of a brat until I heard the call of God before I knew what God was or that there was one.
I felt in my room at night as I peered through the window of my upstairs room that something was out there. Something immensely large and unseen and I was drawn to it as the proverbial moth to the flame. But instead of my wings being singed, I was lit as a great torch shedding light to my lifes path. Not knowing what or rather who it was, I looked up into the sky and sang a childs hymn of unknowing. "Twinkle twinkle little star how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle litttle star how I wonder what you are."
Not long after my Aunt and Uncle started taking us to church and I began to learn of whom I sang to. Preacher Brooks as I called him, the pastor of the little babtist church at the foot of the mountain on which we lived was kind and a hell fire hard preaching man! If you did not recieve the word willingly he drove it into your heart like a spike when he preached! One night during alter call he walked by and took my hand walked me outside to the front porch of the church and we just stood there in the spot light of the full moon and gazed at the moon beams forming a cross. I asked " preacher brooks why is there a cross on the moon?" And he answered not with learned doctrine but with heart felt conviction, "To remind us that there is a God up there!" Nothing more was said and after the alter call was done he took me back to my Aunt. Now that I think back I believe truely that the heavens are indeed Gods throne and the earth His footstool.
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