From Crack to Clergy

There are two moments/incidents that I shall never forget about regarding my stuttering as a child.  Mrs. Davis, a neighbor who lived on the corner across the street, was known for giving goodies to the children around the area, and she was very generous with her money for running errands.  On occasion I would ride with Mrs. Davis against the advice of most people.  Why?  She walked with a cane and wore glasses bigger than her face.  For her, the aging process had taken place. 

 Nevertheless, I would ride with her to the store.  She would say to me, "You are my eyes and legs."  My job was to look for oncoming traffic and tell her if it was safe to change lanes or not.  Well, before I could get the words out clearly, Mrs. Davis had stepped on the gas pedal, and offf we went.  She must have forgotten I could not alwyas speak at will or quickly enough.  God was surely with us, for we encountered many close calls. 

 Another moment worth recalling was when I was visiting a friends's house as I often times did.  We played, running around the house doing stuff, and getting in the way, perhaps like most kids do.  His father had told us to stop running in the house and playing.  We did not.  My friend's father became angry and tried to find his son as we both ran and hid in the dark.  I hid behind the sofa, and the next voice I heard was my friend's father as he grabbed me and began to discipline me for his son, only to find that he had the wrong person.  His first question to me afterwards was why did'nt you say something?  I had tried.  Of course, his son and others laughed.  I couldn't laugh then, but I can now.

As a result of these actions experienced early in life, I sought higher ground.  I had an intense desire to push ahead and not give in to my fears.  One night at home I read the Holy Bible seeking spiritual counsel to overcome my addiction.  Suddenly, my eyes began to leak tears nonstop, and I was overcome by a great spiritual revelation.  I could see myself growing taller and taller until I went through the roof of my home.  This became fearful, and I came out of that state of mind.  This was the beginning of my writing, and I wrote the "Perfect One". 

All I see are His perfect works, for every good thing comes from Him.  The power of God is always willing, but are we?  We all should endavor to be like our parents, providing they are worthy.  God is our father and is surely worthy.  The thing I once ran from, I now run after.  Man has said that we have never ending wants.  God said we want for nothing.  Every good thing comes from the Perfect One, providing we are worthy, following His perfect guidance and being in total compliance with His law.  We want for nothing.  We know it is coming.  Loving God is to Love yourself.  One may ask, How can I please God?  How may God please you?  This is the answer.