Who's Coming To Whom?
A friend asked to hear the story of how I came to Jesus. I replied briefly in an e-mail and I think I messed up a story I told. I should never do more than one thing at a time. I don't know that my story is a matter of coming to Jesus. I've always known that Jesus has been with me. We used to have long conversations, when I was growing up about how things were and nothing ever changed. I went to a Catholic grade school and had a fairly typical experience there. We were a small class with the usual cliques and issues that exist among a small group of very different children who are together for three-fourths of every year for eight straight years. Our pastor for those eight years, Fr. Noll, was an eccentric man given to distraction and preoccupation, but he was a very good man and priest. One of my classmates and I had similar builds, but very different names. For eight straight years, though, Fr. Noll called me, "Alex" and called Alex,...