Each year, I pause and reflect; it's easy to forget what life was like 55 years ago, what life could have been like, had God not intervened that evening in 1968.
1968: Hair! |
But the path to that evening in 1968 started ten years before, when my Grandmother, who lived with us at the time, would gather me up and carry me off to Church and Sunday School; what amazing grace!
I don't recall why I decided to "drop out," but I'm sure it just didn't feel very cool to attend church and Sunday School any longer--and since I went by myself, it was my decision to make. Fast forward to the fall of my Junior year in High School. One evening I landed at a Campus Life meeting (thank you, Pauline Adams!) at the home of a classmate; it was the kickoff "Burger Bash" for the school year, and as advertised, it was all-you-could-eat and attracted a huge crowd of students.
I got more that evening than a big meal. The Campus Life leader, Mark Zier (he leveled-up into the arms of Jesus this year), gave a short talk to close the event, and he asked the crowd..."If you died tonight, do you know where you're going?" I didn't. It bothered me for a few minutes, but then I moved on.
On December 28, 1968, I was set to attend an "After Christmas" party with some buddies (Jerry McClain was driving). Our "wires got crossed" (coincidence?), and they never showed up; stuck, I recalled something was happening at the Thousand Oaks Rec-center with Campus Life that night--they called it a Campus Life Rally. There was a girl I had some interest in, and I knew she would probably be there (I was right); I managed to catch Mark (Zier) before he left his house. He was delighted when I called, and he swung by and picked me up.
Our 2nd date 1969 |
In that span of three weeks I'd had two introductions that literally changed the direction and the outcome of my life: I'd trusted Jesus Messiah and met my future wife--we married 3 years, 48 weeks, and 6 days later. We celebrate 51 years married on January 5, 2024.
My home was a rather complicated place (aren't most?). Lots of love, AND pain. I was carrying some emotional baggage by that time and was making some bad choices. Jesus changed all that in an instant. The baggage was still there--in fact, it didn't get fully "unpacked" for years. But His presence in my life set me in a "best direction" that just never wavered. Laura's family embraced me as a "son" as my relationship with Laura blossomed; they, especially her dad (my dad died suddenly in 1970, just months after my 17th birthday), became difference makers in my life.
In the '80s, there was a popular gospel song written by Bill Gaither that describes my story. I get choked up every time I sing it; the chorus declares..."Something beautiful, something good; All my confusion He understood, all I had to offer him was brokenness and strife, but He made something, beautiful, out of my life."
December 28, 1968.