By the time I met our father he was in a nursing home and was not cognitively able to acknowledge my presence.   And yet, for the first time in my life, I gazed into eyes that looked like my own and glimpsed where I had come from. 

One day, tragedy struck and as my world spun out of control, and my heart was broken, I was also confronted with the reality that the religion I had believed to be The Truth, didn’t have what I needed in this time of deepest sorrow and need.  Sadly, I had no idea that there was anything better. 

I no longer have to match scripture to what I have been taught.  I am a blood bought Christian and I believe in the Word of God. In John 8:31 & 32, Jesus says, “…If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples. Then you will know the truth, and truth will set you free.” I praise God daily for He has set me free.