by Paula Megginson

Created on: August 25, 2009   Last Updated: August 28, 2009

RE-WRITING THE BOOK

I have been a Christian most of my life (at least that is what I have proclaimed).I have not always been a model Christian. I realize that no one is perfect; however, I was not always trying to be perfect either. I raised all three of my children to serve Christ, so it was very difficult to handle when my only son turned his back on Christianity. He began listening to non Christian music and learning to rap. He delved into the mystic world of divination briefly and spent time with mystic witches too. He even had a struggle with pornography at one point. His speech betrayed him; he no longer used acceptable terms to express himself. His attitude toward women was vulgar and unforgiving.

I spent many years in agonizing and tumultuous prayer for his safe return, tearing and sweating, crying and moaning for GOD to deliver him soon and sane. I felt somewhat responsible for the turn of events that led him to go astray, yet I did not know how to change any of those things that took place in the past. I just needed him to forgive me and start over for himself and not me. I needed him to see Christ for himself.

One Sunday morning while sitting in the chairs of our match box-sized, store from church, elegantly decorated with an array of red, white and blue banners. My six foot ten inch tall son Paul (who was later known as Tall Paul), chose of his own free will to rededicate his life to Christ.

Pastor Reed, a milk chocolate, clean shaven, and well tailored, small in stature yet towering in boldness and truth man, had just finished preaching a great demonstrative sermon on why it is so important to live your life the Bible way and not look back. Pastor Reed with outstretched arms opened the doors of the church for any one who wanted to be saved or to rededicate their lives to THE LORD! The church pillars (seasoned saints who had stood the test of time) began to pray in the spirit (which is also known as other tongues). The intercessors began to bridge the gap for the souls that were not at rest, frigid about their eternal destination, about their present state, and about the fate that waited for them on the other side. It was a joy and an electric surprise to me when I looked up and saw my son, Paul, floating gingerly down the isle towards Pastor Reed. Paul had always said he would return to Christianity when Pastor Reed (who was then Evangelist Reed) would get his own church. This was the day he would keep his vow. At first, disbelief crowded my

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