I remember coming home one day mabey from school.
My mother was sitting in an arm chair crying, her eyes were red and swollen
I was only six and very scared i had never seen her like this before
My sister had not only announced early that day she was a born again christian but also she had gotten baptised again.
Over night our warm loving home turned to ice.
My parents did not understand and blamed the christian group my sister had become friends with for turning her against her religion and forcing her to join a cult.
My family did not stop her from following her faith, but they did not support her either. Members of our family refuesed to speak to her, some to this day still wont speak to her, Others pointed and wispered at the Jesus freak. My first communion was approaching and she was not invited to attend.
As a child who loved her older sister dearly i became angrey at my family , then as the posion started to flood my mind i became angrey at her.
I thought of her as a freak and when i look back now and see the isolation she must have felt my heart pains for her.
She never missed a beat for Jesus and became stronger each day.
Eventually announcing God had called her to the London City Mission.
She was eighteen a child in my parents eyes and they were terrified harm would come to her out on the streets of London helping drug addicts, homeless, runaways , But God had called her so she went
I remember coming to the airport with my father to see her off , my mother didnt come i think it was too painful for her.
I remember the tears in my fathers eyes as she said goodbye, it was killing him inside but he loved her so he let her go.
I felt so alone without her for so long i missed her so much and hated her for leaving me.
This was my first taste of Jesus and i didnt like it at all.
Although my parents relaxed a bit and talked to her alot on the phone ,they watched the time i spent with her at holidays ,always drilling me before we left telling me not to belive any God stuff she told me
I think when i turned to a much darker side of life ,they were relived i was trouble, i broke every rule that was written and scorned at my sisters love for God ,i was the last person they thought would ever fall to the whole Jesus thing.
I denyed her at school and to my friends in fear they would think of me as a freak. When she came home to visit i would laugh at her ,swear in her company and mock whoever she bought with her.
How things have changed now,
I admire her courage and strenght her love for Christ. She has helped save hundreds of people.
This is the last place i thought i would ever be a proud Jesus freak standing beside her proud Jesus freak sister.
Praise God xxxxxxxxxxx
My mother was sitting in an arm chair crying, her eyes were red and swollen
I was only six and very scared i had never seen her like this before
My sister had not only announced early that day she was a born again christian but also she had gotten baptised again.
Over night our warm loving home turned to ice.
My parents did not understand and blamed the christian group my sister had become friends with for turning her against her religion and forcing her to join a cult.
My family did not stop her from following her faith, but they did not support her either. Members of our family refuesed to speak to her, some to this day still wont speak to her, Others pointed and wispered at the Jesus freak. My first communion was approaching and she was not invited to attend.
As a child who loved her older sister dearly i became angrey at my family , then as the posion started to flood my mind i became angrey at her.
I thought of her as a freak and when i look back now and see the isolation she must have felt my heart pains for her.
She never missed a beat for Jesus and became stronger each day.
Eventually announcing God had called her to the London City Mission.
She was eighteen a child in my parents eyes and they were terrified harm would come to her out on the streets of London helping drug addicts, homeless, runaways , But God had called her so she went
I remember coming to the airport with my father to see her off , my mother didnt come i think it was too painful for her.
I remember the tears in my fathers eyes as she said goodbye, it was killing him inside but he loved her so he let her go.
I felt so alone without her for so long i missed her so much and hated her for leaving me.
This was my first taste of Jesus and i didnt like it at all.
Although my parents relaxed a bit and talked to her alot on the phone ,they watched the time i spent with her at holidays ,always drilling me before we left telling me not to belive any God stuff she told me
I think when i turned to a much darker side of life ,they were relived i was trouble, i broke every rule that was written and scorned at my sisters love for God ,i was the last person they thought would ever fall to the whole Jesus thing.
I denyed her at school and to my friends in fear they would think of me as a freak. When she came home to visit i would laugh at her ,swear in her company and mock whoever she bought with her.
How things have changed now,
I admire her courage and strenght her love for Christ. She has helped save hundreds of people.
This is the last place i thought i would ever be a proud Jesus freak standing beside her proud Jesus freak sister.
Praise God xxxxxxxxxxx
