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Published by Jeff
on Wednesday, April 25, 2007 at 3:57 PM. 
The title of this blog may appear to be presumptuous, but I don't intend it to come off that way. It is for me to chart MY path. Anything I find true that surfaces here is written with that in mind. It is MY TRUTH. I just happen to believe that real Truth is universal, but I am certainly not telling anyone what they should do or believe. I also think real Truth is a revelation - gift from God. Therefore, The Present Truth is not only the truth I find currently but also submits that it is a present from the Almighty to me.
Quite coincidently, I am starting TPT one year to the day after I started my other blog, Psychosomatic Wit. This blog will concentrate on the spiritual aspects of life while the other could be about anything. There will be times when both blogs will have the same post because, besides a few exceptions, I expect there will be two different groups reading my blogs. Some people will feel uncomfortable reading about this stuff and stay over there. Others will think the PW is a waste of time and consider it unimportant. I also expect some to be offended by what they read here and quit both blogs. I guess I am just going to let the chips fall where they may. I have been needing to post this kind of stuff for a while now, and I guess with this post, there is no turning back.
As I think back on the beginnings of my spiritual life, I go back to age 2 or 3. My oldest sister would load us into her car and take us to a modest baptist church in my hometown. We went every week until she got a job at a burger joint and wrecked church for the rest of us. My mother and father never went to church for their own reasons, but they both believed in God and encouraged the kids to go.
All I can remember from my early church experience is that Jesus loved me. Somehow, as a small child, I grasped that. I even had a grasp of who Jesus was. Thinking back, it seems kind of supernatural because a ton of adult church-goers still do not really understand who He is.
I abandoned Jesus later, but I have this little experience I included here to thank for allowing me to understand what "coming home" actually means.
Quite coincidently, I am starting TPT one year to the day after I started my other blog, Psychosomatic Wit. This blog will concentrate on the spiritual aspects of life while the other could be about anything. There will be times when both blogs will have the same post because, besides a few exceptions, I expect there will be two different groups reading my blogs. Some people will feel uncomfortable reading about this stuff and stay over there. Others will think the PW is a waste of time and consider it unimportant. I also expect some to be offended by what they read here and quit both blogs. I guess I am just going to let the chips fall where they may. I have been needing to post this kind of stuff for a while now, and I guess with this post, there is no turning back.
As I think back on the beginnings of my spiritual life, I go back to age 2 or 3. My oldest sister would load us into her car and take us to a modest baptist church in my hometown. We went every week until she got a job at a burger joint and wrecked church for the rest of us. My mother and father never went to church for their own reasons, but they both believed in God and encouraged the kids to go.
All I can remember from my early church experience is that Jesus loved me. Somehow, as a small child, I grasped that. I even had a grasp of who Jesus was. Thinking back, it seems kind of supernatural because a ton of adult church-goers still do not really understand who He is.
I abandoned Jesus later, but I have this little experience I included here to thank for allowing me to understand what "coming home" actually means.
Labels: childhood, impressions
Testing comments. I wish I knew more about this junk.