September 23, 2016
by Susan Fielder
It took me 40 years to overcome growing up in an atheist home. My mother grew up in church, but renounced it after marrying my father when she was 16. Religion was never spoken of in my family. But my mother’s mother, my beloved Nanny, had the classic head picture of Christ on her living room wall. It has been more than 30 years since I last saw that picture, placed in a prominent position on my Nanny’s wall, but I have never forgotten it. Christ saved me at age 42. I like to imagine that maybe when I was 2 or 3, I asked my Nanny or Papa who that Man was in the picture, and they told me of the saving grace of Jesus. I know Christ has been with me every step of my life, both before and after accepting him as my Savior. My parents didn’t want me to know Him, but He spoke to me through that image … it just took me a long time to listen hard enough to hear it. God bless this endeavor and thank you for reminding me of how beautiful the Son of Man is and has always been.