Deus Misereatur

  (That's me in the reddish shirt, redheaded, and an attitude. This was ninth grade) Someone asked about my story. Many of the details need to stay in the shadows and darkness from whence they arose, but I will give some of my early life and how I came to be a Christian below. I sprouted up in red dirt country (Oklahoma) in 1961. My people came to Northeast Oklahoma in the early 1900s from Missouri and Arkansas. I remember my maternal great-grandmother sitting in her log cabin, describing her trek from Arkansas in a covered wagon, and many of the events of her early days. I'm a redheaded, freckled red dirt man from the get-go. My parents raised me in church, my mother was even a church secretary for a season. Dad worked part-time and went to the University of Oklahoma part-time, finishing his bachelor's in Civil Engineering when I was about ten years old. We were in church all the time, until I turned 10. Then, at 10 years old is when things changed. We moved from Tulsa, to