The Seed is Planted

When I lived in Mission Hills I lived next door to a great family. Marty, Chris, Mitch, Nic, Kaya and Luke. Marty loves to ride dirt bikes. I blew out my knee so I couldn't ride any more. A friend of Marty's would come over and they would work on their bikes and clean them. One day I just started helping. Then his riding buddy asked me if I went to church. I told him not really. I'm Catholic. He asked me if I thought that I was going to go to heaven when I died and I said of course. I had already made my reservations. I told him that I was a good guy. I believe in Jesus. We would have these big blown out discussions. Oh, by the way, this took place back in 1994 or so. One day Marty asked if he could talk to me. He asked me to lighten up on his friend. I asked why. I told him that guy does not know anything about God or Heaven or even Jesus Christ. This is the funny part. The next thing that Marty said I will never forget and I love him for it. He said that this guy was his pastor at his church. This guys name was ..............Drum Roll Please..................None other than...............DUDLEY RUTHERFORD. Dudley, Marty, I love you guys for never giving up on me. My life will never be the same. I will continue the story later.

Just remember this,
Where the SPIRIT OF THE LORD IS, there is FREEDOM!