As a child I can remember wearing a bowtie to the Methodist Church and a neck tie to the Baptist. My father was Methodist in town and my mother’s home church was Baptist in the country. However those precious times were removed (temporarily) by the times of worldly desires I had of the flesh, not knowing seeds had been planted. All my family lived in Dallas, TX so that’s where I wanted to be so I went after graduation night chasing night clubs with family and then friends. In process of time out of my drunkenness I was listening on the radio for a certain station and I had dialed (KGGR) a preaching station. I could not stop listening, even though I was still indulging. That word started getting inside me and Jesus started revealing His love to me by the Holy Spirit. I loved those preachers and every day I would listen until I gave my life to God. I accepted Jesus as my Savior and Lord and the Holy Ghost as my teacher. Never thought I would be one of those preachers I loved to hear.