Ok, So, I promised the account of our call into ministry....so, here goes. I committed my life to the Lord, as Chas had done several months earlier. We began to attend that little church. We drove 25 or so miles one way. We were there every time there was a service or an activity. We often stayed late & fellowshipped with the pastor & his family at the pastorium, or with others, just by sitting around on the church steps. We could not get enough of Jesus or fellowship with His people. We found ourselves falling deeper and deeper in love with Him and desiring to know Him more each day. Summer was in full swing with lots of activities. We were looking forward to our first major youth trip.....Super WOW, the Georgia Convention's Summer Youth Camp on Jekyll Island. We were looking forward to Super WOW so intently that we almost over-looked the obvious. One Wednesday night in third week of June, I was working in the nursery and after the service, Chas came to me and said, "I could have been called into the ministry for a little bit tonight." I thought it odd, but didn't question it. Two days later, we went to a local church that was having a youth event. Former wrestler, Tully Blanchard, shared his testimony and a message. After the service, I told Chas that I 'felt bloody from the knees down,' as I felt that my toes had been stepped on that severely. Then, on Saturday night, we went to yet another church to hear our friend, Bud's band, Kindred Heart play and to hear our pastor preach. The message was from Luke chapter 14. Yes, you guessed it, more conviction....The next morning at our home church, our pastor picked up in the very next verses of Luke 14. The message on Saturday night had been about going into the highways and hedges and compelling people to come in. On Sunday morning, the message was the next verses in the passage, which speak of taking up our cross and following Jesus to be His disciple. By the time of the invitation, I was so ready, I thought to myself that if Chas doesn't head toward the altar, I will just have to walk through him or knock him down. Amazingly, in true Daddy fashion, Chas was moved in the same way. We, along with our friend, Bud, were at the altar. We were crying messes. That morning, my commitment to the Lord was that I would go where He wanted, do what He wanted, whatever it was, I would live in a 'dirt-floored, grass hut' if He so desired. It was official...we had surrendered ourselves to the Lord for His service. That evening after church, we went with our Sunday School Class to a couple's house with whom we were close. As we sat around the table that night, we discussed the events of the morning. Chas told the group that we had been called into ministry (somewhat of a surprise to us), to which everyone there replied, "well, it's about time." When we questioned them, they said that they all had seen it coming, but was simply waiting on us to see & hear what the Lord was saying to us. That was 19 years, many mountain tops and valleys ago. In the next post, I will take you through the first few years of our service after surrendering to our GREAT AND MIGHTY LORD.
Who are these bikers & why do they do what they do? The story of us....the call into ministry7/21/2010
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AuthorMy name is Sonja. I am known as Road Rash, for obvious reasons. I have been a member of His Blood Warriors since 1996 I served as Secretary of LAHBW since the charter began in February 2002. In October, I became International Secretary and currently serve in that position. Archives
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