Through My Lens

  I'm back again with another story I just remembered. Let me take you back to how I met Jesus. I was in my second year at a very prestigious government institution. This school had produced crème de la crème of the media world and was the pride and the envy of many at the time, and still is. Here I was properly in the world and for the world. I was enjoying the freedom that came with living away from home, earning my own little money, and could navigate this city with ease by this point. Having lived with a friend and her family for a few months, I knew all the cool joints, I had an affinity for the nightlife this big city could offer me. It was a time for me to explore and experience all I had been kept away from but with caution. At this point, I never had a relationship with God, not that I did not know Him. But I was a free bird and wanted to see what this life of freedom and no coercion felt like unlike home where going to church was mandatory and I hated it. I hated the ...