Here is my story. Enjoy and let me know what you think.
Here is what I know.
As far as everyone around me was concerned I was too far gone to ever become a Christian. As far as I was concerned, I was too far gone to become a Christian, even when I wanted to be.
My road home began with a cigarette that Sunday years ago in Vancouver. It progressed because of that pastor who accepted me as I was, listened to me, answered my questions, and never tried to close the deal with me (it would not have worked). It concluded when those gentle people decided to love a truly unlovable person. They were the final stop on the way home.
Who do you identify within this story? Who do you want to identify with?