This is my Life��
    Where do I start? Hmm�.  Well I guess I should tell you a bit about myself.  My name is John Lindsey.  I am a 21 year old gentleman who is currently a student at the University of Mobile.� I am pursuing a Bachelor�s Degree in Nursing. I am just your average college kid who loves to have FUN!!!  I have been blessed with incredible friends and family.� They truly are God's gift to me.� They are the BEST!!!  I work at Lowe�s.  I play guitar and sing.  I like to do �stuff�.  Chillin� with my friends is my unsurpassed �take a breather� time.  My vision:� Christ, the Hope of Glory, indwelling every tribe, tongue, people and nation.� I yearn to make Christ the Spectacle in every aspect of my life. My desire is to love the Lord my God with all my heart, soul, mind, and strength.� I am not sure I understand all that there is to know concerning Jesus Christ, or the life that he has called me to live; nevertheless, I know that He is my source of life, joy, peace, and righteousness.��
    I would like to share with you the most life changing experience anyone could every have.  Let me begin my story by saying that before this encounter I had no direction or aspirations in life.  My parents did not feed my social or emotional needs as a child nor did they demonstrate a real or compelling
purpose for my life.  While a know they love me (although peculiar sometimes in how they communicate this love) they were most concerned with themselves, which is soon clarified. At school I was very shy when it came to relationships with children my own age.  I felt like I had no one that really cared about the me.  Even the people at school I knew seemed distant from me.  I always felt like an outsider.  I used to try and do everything right in the eyes of my teachers in hope for attention and to evade their reprimand; however, by the fifth grade, I began to conform to the behaviors of my peers.  I did this in hope of making friends.  I began to cuss, steal, cheat, put others down, and became defiant.  I did all this in hope of finding a place to fit in, a place to belong.  At school I received more attention from my �friends� although oddly many times I was fearful of them (marked: I was a strange kid).  I thought I had finally made some friends.
    School let out for the summer and I lost contact with the �friends� I had made at school.  During the summer my dad got a new job and we moved into a new house.  After we had been moved in awhile some people from the church down the road came and invited my family to come to church.  The two ladies that came were actually leaders of a group for children called TEAM KIDS and really wanted my siblings and I to come out for the fun.  Without delay we agreed to go.  It was nice to have someone come and invite us to go do something.   It was not what you might think.  They made church fun.  Probably more fun in our circumstances that some because we began to experience new things that we had never done before. These two ladies and others here became our friends and made our anxiety their anxiety, our trifles their own trifles.  You could feel their affection for us.  It was here that I found my first real friends.  They, subsequent to Christ, are the crux of all I am today.
    After I had been going to church for a year or so, I actually began to listen to what they talked about.  I began to notice how what these people believed affected the people that they were. They talked about Jesus. I began to understand that He was their reason for coming to invite my family to come to church.  Of course, I had heard about Jesus before. I can remember when my Grandmother and uncles� told me about Jesus.  One Christmas I got a Bible and my Uncle David helped memorize a verse that almost everyone in knows in America.
He instructed me to say with him: �For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have eternal life.�(John 3:16)  At that time I did not perceive what this verse of the Bible meant;  however, I was soon to understand.
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