Church was a requirement for me to carry the Brownie flag up the aisle. Once this was achieved, Mum suggested we didn’t bother any more since we fought to stay awake through meaningless services, where I’d decided that, if God was real, he wasn’t there. Besides, he wouldn’t want anything to do with me. He was unreachable.
That said, I do remember that once when I was about 10 years old and lying in bed, I had the feeling that something was missing in my life, but not knowing what.
Fast-forward several years, and I was growing up pretty rebellious and within the biker culture. I tried to impress people with my Harley Davidson, and lived a selfish but hopeless, meaningless existence. I made bad decisions and lived from one party to the next. Nothing really satisfied me and I trusted no one. I felt pretty depressed and with little to look forward to.
From Australia to Texas
One day, while hitchhiking with a friend in Australia, I had a strange thought as I looked at a beautiful sunset. God made that. Since I despised Christians and mocked them, it struck me as a very odd idea to contemplate God.
