When I was a young boy, all I really understood was when it was time to go to school, my Dad was already at work. I learned he was a Carpenter. He worked with Wood. One of my friends, well his Dad, was a Diesel Mechanic, whatever that was. He worked on Oil Rigs. He was always dirty with grease and stuff. My Dad always came home exhausted and had sawdust in his hair. I learned at Church, that God was a Carpenter, but I never saw anything he built. God was and is a builder of men and all his creations. No wonder he rested on the Seventh Day.
I thought, that is probably why he doesn’t have any sawdust in his hair…
My Mother made sure we went to Church every Sunday. We went to Christ Lutheran Church. I remember our Pastors name was Pastor Lund. I began my interest in what God thought about life and what I could do to help my Dad not have to come home exhausted everyday.
So, I began my quest to become a builder. The builders were never dirty, my Dad worked for a lot of them. When it rained my Dad was out of work, but the Builder seemed to work all year long. In my thirst for knowledge, I was about to learn why…
So began a life long journey