When I was fifteen, Frank and I were inseparable.
We played tennis together. We roamed the streets together. We made money together.
Whenever we had $5, we would go to John’s Pizzeria on Davison Road and order a large cheese pizza with two waters. John’s $4.99 coupon helped make this happen.
Frank was different from the rest of the kids I hung around. He went to church. He didn’t just go to church, he was committed to his church. He even cleaned the buildings every day as a volunteer. The church had a private school that Frank didn’t get to attend because of money, but he was there every day after school dismissed to clean up after the students that did.
It was Frank’s devotion to what he believed that brought back to my memory all of the times I had been picked up on the bus or driven to my Uncle Frank’s church.
One night after hanging out with Frank and talking church, I went home and picked up the Bible that I had taken to church many years before. Inside that Bible was a gospel tract. It told me how I could know for sure I was on my way to Heaven.
That night I read through the tract, got on my knees and prayed.
My life has never been the same since.
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