In 1990, I became fatherless. I was living with my mother and four younger siblings. I am the oldest of the five children. My mother was working tirelessly to support our family. We were the poorest family within our community. Quite frequently, we only had one meal a day.
In 1992, my mother heard the Gospel of Jesus Christ and received Him as her personal Lord and Savior. As for me, I rejected the Gospel and was very angry of my mother's new faith in Christ. I brought an accusation against my mother’s faith by yelling at her; afraid that she would quit working to feed my siblings and I. My mother gently told me that Jesus is a husband to all of the widows and father to the fatherless. This word from my mother’s mouth, caused me to get even more angry towards her. With my constant rejection of Jesus, and my foulest acts against my mother, I paid the price by the discipline from my mother with stick and so on. I was only twelve years old at the time.