Member of Hollies Baptist Church
17133 Cashville Road
Onancock, VA 23417 USA
daboysj@intercom.net
I am a father of 3 beautiful kids who has at one point fallen prey to the rampant world we live in. If it weren't for the love of one God-loving wife I don't know if I could ever answer yes to the question "are you going to heaven Daddy or Honey". My burden is for fathers who neglect their responsibility of their kids and their wives. I am tired of more men being willing to spend Sundays fishing, golfing, going to ball games or watching the races instead of going to their local church with their kids. I have done this in my life and hope to discourage this God willing by sharing my story.
My wife, Denise and my two kids, Max and Jenna, got me interested into going back to church. After Denise got pregnant with Max (we weren't married at the time but were engaged) I felt a particular sting sort of an embarrassment when approached with the idea of going to church. I felt like the whole church would look down their nose at me. I had left the church completely. I grew up in a U.M.C. and my wife was Southern Baptist all her life. We got married at Hollies, dedicated Max to the Lord and only one of us my wife dedicated our selves to raising Max in church. We went a couple of Sundays after that and then I let satan do the talking and I walked with him. I had an excuse every Sunday. I am ashamed of this now but my most shameful event happened a few years later. Jenna was born a year after Max. All was as it was before. No church for us if I had my way. I hadn't cared either. I was wrong.
Jenna started talking and one day two or three years ago God spoke to me through Jenna. She asked Daddy how come we don't go church on Sunday. I gave her the runaround but she knew it and kept asking every Sunday when we were going again. One day I gave in to her. Denise and Max and we went to church. Tada. God didn't hit me with a 2x4 but a soft whisper of a child. That same whisper moved on me that day and led me to the front of Hollies church. I reaffirmed my faith in the saving power of Jesus and haven't been ashamed since.
I accepted Jesus as my one true savior in fourth grade at a revival. My life was a blessed one but I was blind to it... then Jenna took sick. She had a knot appear in her neck and was running a high fever. We took her to the doctor and got her some pink stuff but the knot didn't shrink. One day in desperation I cried out to God to make it go away if he was God. I challenged the most high God and thank God He didn't get offended and storm off. He stayed with us all. The knot went away praise God and my eyes were opened to the blessings from God.
Jesus doesn't want any to perish, God doesn't either, but children are being led into church and Jesus is some place to go during Christmas and Easter and a picture on grandma's wall, not God incarnate. I pray real men who love families will be willing to stand up for Jesus and boldly lead their families to the cross on Golgotha were the one true God gave the world a hug only a loving father could...He stretched His arms out, grabbed every person past present and future and died on a cross so we could live.
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