I had recently written a post on the journey my family went through with our oldest son. As he started to near adulthood he openly came out against the principles and teaching that his mother and I had spent most of his life instilling in him. I won’t rehash today, but I wanted to give the conclusion and the update to this hurdle of life.
This past Sunday, as I prepared to turn fort… I can’t even type it; I was so blessed to attend the baptismal service of my once wayward son.
It is hard to put into words the feelings and emotion that came to me that morning. After my conversion to Christ, and my wedding day, it was the greatest day of my life.
Working late at the office one night, I got the call. “Hun, you might need to come home. I am talking with our son and I’m not sure what to do,” says my wife. “Can you tell me over the phone?” My reply.
“No, not really, can you please come home?” I could hear the distress in her voice.
My mind is racing. I don’t even remember the ride home, but I am sure it was not one that would have been approved by local law enforcement. Bursting through the door I see my son sitting in our dining room, tears in my wife’s eyes.
“What’s going on I ask?”
“You might want to sit down,” replies my wife.
“I am fine would someone please just speak?!”
My son looks at me and drops the bomb, “Dad, I’m an Atheist.”