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All of my short life, I had lived very firmly in what I could see, feel, hear, taste and smell. My life was very physical. I mopped floors, made beds, got into fights, smoked cigarettes and did pretty much whatever I wanted to do. But now I had changed. I didn’t know much about this Jesus; but I knew that He was real and I could already feel the change that He had made in my life. The violent anger that had always boiled just beneath the surface was gone. The hard veneer and rebellious spirit were gone. After I left the Daughters of Miriam Orphanage and miraculously found Mrs. Kerr, I needed a place to live. Up until this time, I had never had to find a place to sleep. I would fend for myself in other ways, but I had never been without a place to go home to. I discovered that I was not the only soul Mrs. Kerr had reached with the Gospel. She had taken the message of the Gospel to her very own brother, Mr. Maurer, and his family. Mrs. Kerr took me to their house and they generously offered to take me in. As soon as I arrived at their big and inviting house, their first order of business was to warm me up. I had been walking through a tremendous winter storm. My clothes were soaked. My hair was dripping wet. I was incredibly hungry; I had left the orphanage without eating. When Mrs. Maurer saw me, her face dropped. She rushed into the kitchen and began moving pots and pans around. I couldn’t see her; I could only hear the commotion in the kitchen. While Mrs. Kerr explained to Mr. Maurer what had happened with me leaving the orphanage, I listened intently to the goings-on in the kitchen. I heard water running and what sounded like fire from a stove. But my attention was drawn to the home I saw around me. Pretty pictures hung unobtrusively on the walls. The living room furniture, that consisted of a couch, a coffee table, an easy chair and a rocking chair, all went together nicely, and formed what seemed to me to be a perfect family of furniture. Download and read the rest of this chapter: More:
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