I NEEDED SOME SOLID ANSWERS

GROWING UP IN A TROUBLED HOUSEHOLD, I had many questions, big ones for a little person: Where am I? What are we all doing here? Who is God? What does He do? I asked and asked, prayed and prayed, and because God is Love, my prayers were answered at an unexpected time and in an unusual place.

My parents, escaping Communist oppression in their home country, started their lives over in New York City in the 1950s. My father's main goal was for his children to have a better life than he'd had. He was a strong believer in education. From the fifth grade through high school, I went to private Christian schools. As well as getting an academic education, I learned a lot about Christian theology, which was part of the curriculum. I was grateful that my father had taught me the Lord's Prayer as a young child and told me that was the prayer to say in every need. Whether I was afraid, sick, or nervous about a test in school, I was to use that prayer.

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