But I've found in the past few years, I've had to remember, right?

Because when you see the kind of abuse and corruption and the very thing that you've given your life to,

that you believe in so much, it's meant so much to your family, it's meant so much to you.

And when you see people representing the Jesus you love and doing it so poorly, it really does a number on you.

And it took me several years of wrestling through.

And as Melissa said, we don't ever like arrive, right?

I have days, right?

We all have days.

But God has been faithful.

And remembering these stories of how God has worked in my family's history, but also in my life

because there's no spiritual grandchildren, right?

So if I didn't have some experiences with Jesus, I wouldn't be here right now.

Thank you. I didn't have some experiences with Jesus. I wouldn't be here right now. Well, on March 23, 1898, a boy was born in Barnesboro, Pennsylvania.

To a physician's family, and his father at one time had been a leader in the community,

but at this point, his father had taken to the bottle,

and he was drinking regularly.

He was a full-blown alcoholic at this point.

And this boy, who is my maternal grandfather,

was physically abused and verbally abused in that home.

He was so neglected that, and I know this is hard to believe,

but I swear this was the story that's been handed down and my grandfather

swore it was true. He was never named. His parents didn't name him, and so they called him

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