Ahhhh...adulthood. College days. Responsibility and maturity. No Way! I must have drank half of Milwaukee on top of my tuition. I have pondered long and hard what could have been done earlier in my life to prevent such a progressive detour from the matters that are truly important, but I continue to draw a blank. I came from a loving home. I had high aspirations. Heck-I even wanted to be a doctor up until I met Bud Weiser. Truthfully, I would not change who I am today for the value of the knowledge purchased in my wanton abandon. I would however, had chosen it not to be the pathway required.

One of the ministers at our church offers a quieting testimonial, of coming to a knowledge of the saving grace of Jesus Christ at age four. And for him, the next thirty years passed without any major transgressions betraying his love for his Lord. My testimonial is quite different (ask me sometime). But in the aftermath, my love of Jesus is no less-my salvation no less secure-my redemption-indeed my sanctification purchased at no greater or lesser price. There is only one Savior. For you-for me-for my pastor-it is still a level playing field at the cross....