January 1994 was a month, I’ll unfortunately never forget. I was well into my junior year of college. I was teaching 6th grade boys in Sunday School and working at Pappas Seafood House (great place) in Humble.
Then, Something bad happened. I misused a friendship and committed a grave sin. That sin would haunt me for years, and from time to time, still crops up to rear its ugly, condemnation-filled head. But let me be clear:
-I did it.
-It was my fault.
-I have to own it.
Because of this sin, I became depressed. I had already been flirting with depression ever since the fall of 1992 due to circumstantial issues. This, which was not circumstantial and completely my fault, pushed me over the edge.
I wish I’d known then what I know now. I’d have brought it into the light of the community of faith I was a part of (i.e. the church) rather than isolate myself away from others.
Enter Victor Lewis.
Victor was born in July 1959, and will be turning 50 in a short while. When we met, he was a 34 year old attending classes at HBU working for Lyondell. Vic transitioned into a part-time pastorate as a minister of education at Long Point Baptist Church. Victor would change my life in ways I could never imagine.
tomorrow I’ll walk you through how:
Victor was a conduit of grace for my soul.
October 1994
Huge storms
Mandy
More on my friend Victor tomorrow
Jason
