Wounded Healer; Memoirs and Poems of a Broken Boy by Terrance French & Tamara Fyke & Jared Black

Author:Terrance French & Tamara Fyke & Jared Black [French, Terrance & Fyke, Tamara & Black, Jared]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Biographies & Memoirs, Memoirs
Amazon: B00ELRGEVC
Published: 2013-08-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten Church Boy I Am Redeemed Present Like Light

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Like Touch and Love Intentional and with Grace

Gentle and Redeeming Like peace and Smile...Kindness I know

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You rejoice over me You have validated, Appreciation I am desired.

Wanted

Sealed

Forever I am sealed. I am known

Beloved. Pure. Loved. I am redeemed

During my high school years, the church I grew up in began to fall apart due to leadership. The pastor was eventually removed and the church closed. My mother’s family had all grown up in the church. My older cousins had served as teachers and kept the church going. When the church was closed, it left a lot of us without a home church. My cousins and I would get together with our elder cousin Betty and pray that our church doors would be reopened. We missed the community that we had there. In the midst of all my family issues and the chaos of life, church was still a major part of life.

While I was living with my best friend, our prayers for our church were answered. We were sent a new pastor. He was sent from another church to pastor ours. They were a very intriguing couple. I had never seen a married couple act so lovingly. Their family reminded me of the Cosby Show. They modeled love in a way that I was not used to. They taught the Bible in a way that drew me in.

After being heartbroken by the Woody situation, I gave all of my time to the church. The church started a youth Bible study with the pastor’s wife leading. I became her star pupil. The Bible became meat to me. I couldn’t go a day without reading. I began longing for Sunday morning services. Wednesday night Bible Study was the week’s highlight. The more I grew in my desire to study, the more I FRQÀLFWHGZLWKP\LQQHUFLUFOHRIIULHQGVVWLOODURXQGPH

I began to see church in a completely different way than I used to. The thirst to be touched seem to subside. I was being challenged by what I was learning. I think, for my friends the noticeable change in me offended them. I started hanging less and less with them. After dropping out I was no longer with them at school. I would often sit silently in my room alone, praying and reading my Bible.

Woody was out of the picture and I had made the choice to pursue God, not fully knowing what that meant. There were times when P\IULHQGVZRXOGZDONLQWR¿QGPHOD\LQJSURVWUDWHRQWKHÀRRU SUD\LQJDQGFU\LQJWR*RG7KH\ZRXOG¿QGPHORVWLQUHDGLQJWKH Bible. At times I was not aware that they were even around. They would walk around the room quietly looking perplexed at me. This went on for over a year. I didn’t know what was going on with me. )RUWKH¿UVWWLPH,NQHZWKDWWKHUHZDVVRPHWKLQJELJJHUWKDQWKLV hurt in me.

$IWHUVRPHWLPHWKHFRQÀLFWRIFKXUFKOLIHDQGIULHQGVZDVWDNLQJLWV toll. One Wednesday night after coming home from Bible study, I sat LQWKHURRPDORQH«WKLQNLQJ7KHKRXVHZDV¿OOHGZLWKWKHIDPLO\¶V visitors, but I was left alone thinking, “I can’t keep doing this.

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