Are You Running the Race?
When I was 14, my parents brought a little girl into our lives who was a month shy of her fifth birthday. She had a difficult life prior to that, and my parents wound up adopting her. Although my father left our family a year-and-a-half later, she found stability in my mother and me and has grown up to be a remarkable woman. She now lives in the same house, the one I grew up in, with her husband. She has two grown children and three grandchildren that live nearby. Life is very simple and satisfying to her. She has everything she wants. I, on the other hand, left that nest when I was 20 years old. My childhood started out normal (so I thought) but after my parent’s divorce when I was 16, I became restless and discontented. I knew I wouldn’t stay in the small town where I grew up. There had to be something else out there that would satisfy my longing for “more”. This scenario reminds me of the state of the church....