My Testimony and How I Came to Know Jesus

    I grew up in a Catholic home with the typical, “Leave it to Beaver” type of upbringing.  The difference is that my brother, Robert, was crippled and never walked his entire life.  My childhood years were highlighted with being an altar boy,  which I loved doing.

   Our mom died in 1960 and I wondered why, being only eight years old. Hindsight showed how the Lord brought in a new mother who took care and taught Robert how to handle his personal care, including how to get in and out of bed and get dressed, going to the bathroom and everything else. The reason I mention that is because Robert was “book smart,” so when he graduated from high school, he went on to college where he discovered the Biblical Jesus.

   For about twenty years or so, he would witness to me.  But I didn’t think that Robert lived in the “real world,” sitting in a wheelchair.  It seemed to me that it would be different for someone like him to know what life was about. My life was built on watching the Packers, bowling and waiting for Tuesdays and weekends to go drinking. Life was a party waiting to happen and putting up with hangovers and my job in a paper mill was great.  I had a good job, got married, and had two kids; life was everything that I thought was needed.

   In 1989, I received a phone call telling me my brother was hospitalized and not expected to live th ...

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