BOOK ONE | THIS CHRISTMAS
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Remember that kid who couldn't sit still during church? Yeah, that's me. Well, not so much a kid anymore. But as a full-fledged adult, I can tell you things haven't gotten any better. Severe ADHD they call it, diagnosed in my early twenties, another name for a person who can't seem to quit jumping off the walls. But that's just the physical aspect, don't even get me started on the spiritual. Let's just say you won't find me stepping foot inside a church anytime soon. For all intents and purposes, I should be dead right now. And yet, here I stand, safe and sound. Considering everything I've been through, some call it luck, but I know why I'm really here; God.
Oh. Apologies. Allow me to properly introduce myself, the name is Nolan Walker. Twenty-four years young, Christian, not in my lane, swerving (Metaphorically speaking of course), fearless (Thank God for that), swimming in a pool of the consequences of my own actions. It's not a pretty picture, let's put it that way. I get along with absolutely no one in this world, except Jesus. That dude is still tagging along but I'm not really sure why. Guess the whole "Undying love for his creations" business is actually true; go figure.
So what kind of Christian am I? Oh, the worst kind, the kind that doesn't listen and actually begs God for mercy on the daily (A Sinner). Other than the crippling loneliness and self-doubt, I'm doing great! Eh, you get used to it after a while. Truth is, I'd say I'm the best kind of believer; the kind who doesn't give up and never pretends to be something they're not. What you see is what you get. With an unapologetic relationship with Christ at the center of everything I do.
Just because you don't step foot in a church doesn't mean God's forgotten about you. Just because you're not a part of an established denomination doesn't mean you can't worship at home. And just because you get creative with worship and prayer, doesn't mean God doesn't see the effort. I don't really fit into any particular category of Christian, so for the lack of a better name, just call me a Rogue Believer (Somewhere up there, I just know Martin Luther is smiling down at me).
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Not a cent or even a pair of pants to his name (his shorts would do just fine); the backpacking trek Timothy Barker embarked on that cold Wednesday Morning was a God-ordained affair. He was sure of it. With all of the calamity surrounding him as of late, he was sure Jesus would return any moment. He could feel it in his bones.
He was but a fresh believer, yet his faith was strong, bordering on the level of insanity. He knew not much scripture, but he knew that didn't matter, God would see his effort. His past was null & void, too painful to remember. His newfound faith had energized him, the catalyst that finally made him strong enough to shatter the chains of pain and hurt from yesterday.
He walked away from his life with a deep conviction that God would come through for him no matter the obstacle. Either the rapture would go down, he would find a better life, or he would somehow find his way to the heavens at God's side. God would provide (As God does).
And so began his backpacking journey throughout the country. Just him & Jesus, wandering One Nation Under God.
Anonymous.
