What It means to Me to be a Christian
What does it mean to be a Christian?
One can see definitions
on line or get differing answers by asking many different people.
Thus my answer is uniquely mine, though it may be similar to that
Some people think that I choose to be simple minded, that
I choose to follow rather than make my own way. Some people do not
think I am a good Christian because I am not nice, well please
take a moment and meet the real Jesus there is a difference
between nice and good.
Christianity saved me from being sucked into the pits of
divorce, though I went down that low road too many times anyway. By following Christ, I
realized that I am a child of God, a brother of Jesus and here
on Earth, most importantly, a father to my daughter Victoria. Also a son to Fred
& Nancy a brother to Deb and somewhere way down the line
least importantly, April’s second ex-husband…..
It took a while to get a backbone in court. Lies fly fast and
furiously there. First
thing I did was to not tolerate anyone calling April my ex-wife. She was to be referred
to as Victoria’s or my daughter’s mother. At one point I scolded
an attorney stating that “If April was merely my x than she
could fall off the face of the Earth and I would NOT care. The reason why we are
here is because she is my daughter’s mother and that is the only reason why
you are making any money off us.
So stop fanning the flames of the past and focus on now
and the future” Not nice, but it needed to be said.
What else did God
give me? A good
wife! I was dating
a girl before Nancy, and there was a conflict – Joanne wanted to
see a movie and it was my weekend with Victoria. At the time of my
divorce my neighborhood was really bad….. but everyone knew that
when I had my daughter… Joanne
said that I should not let a child run my life… Bye! Tori and Nancy hit it
off. Sometimes when
Tori is really
angry with me, she tells Nancy “You really need to talk to your
I dreamed of the last
child support I was going to write. I pictured myself
spewing much of the rage and hurt that I felt over the years. Instead Victoria
moved back. While
legally I should have received child support, my love for
Victoria is greater than the negativity I feel towards her
mother. Thus there was no “last check” celebration. I told my daughter’s
mother, just send Victoria up.
I do not want any money from her, I do not want to go
back to court. With
Victoria back, I just wanted to move on.
The last check celebration would have been sweet for a
moment, but having Victoria back in my life gives me a long