I am not worthy of the least of all the mercies, and of all the truth, which thou hast shewed unto thy servant…
Genesis 32:10
Before I went to college, I had been baptized twice, each time into a different church. I was christened as a baby into a non-denominational church not long after my birth and then again as a Baptist sixteen years later. Religion and going to church were always a part of my life, sort of like going to school or paying taxes. It was just something you had to do so you wouldn’t get into too much trouble. God was like a distant relative you talk to every once in a while so they don’t think you only call on them when you need something, which is usually what the deal is. I knew He was there but I didn’t really know what role, if any, He was playing in my life. I didn’t know if any of my prayers had ever really been answered or if sometimes things just happened to go my way. I wasn’t too concerned about it either way.
Jeston is a former student of Texas A&M, the author of the Jesse Granger: Bushranger series, and an avid wildlife conservation advocate.