I’m going to start telling a long story. This post is the first installment. It’s a story of God reconciling me to my earthly father after having been abandoned by him for almost 40 years.

This post will start at the beginning.

I was born October 11, 1962 - thankfully. Had my father had his way I might have been aborted, at least as I hear it. But God knew my days even in my mother’s womb, and He had a plan for my life.

But a newborn with two other kids, under the age of three, was just too much for my father - the then president of the Southern Indiana Hell’s Angels motorcycle gang. Hey, at least leadership runs in my family!

So part one is simple. My father and mother split before I was born. When my lungs breathed the fresh Fall air in Louisville, Kentucky, on that early autumn morning my mother had three boys: one just turned three, one was 20 months old, and I added to her troubles as a single Mom.

Abandonment would be my early theme, even from birth.

More to come……….