When it all began!

I really don't know where to start with my testimony. It all began when I was about 16 years of age when I met my dear sweet husband (then my boyfriend) and he invited me to come to church. He attended a small Church of Christ in Long Beach, CA. At first, I went to church just so I could be with David, but later I began to go because I was inspired by the preacher and the people of church.. I began to study and soon became a Christian.

My journey as a Christian hasn't always been so great. I have had my ups and downs. I had many difficulties with my family because they were Catholic. I had everyone in my family mad at me for becoming a Christian. But, I felt the call of Jesus and decided to commit my life to him and his service even though my family ridiculed me.

Later in my faith, I would find that being a preachers wife was a very difficult path. Being a preachers wife is not an easy job. We live our lives as if we live in a fishbowl, where every thing you do is being watched. Your children are expected to be perfect but of course ours weren't. And of course I was expected to be perfect as well and I as well wasn't perfect. To top it all off, we had barley enough money to live on and Dave would often times be away from home daily, evenings, and weekends.

I don't want to leave you with a bad feelings about being in the ministry, because we have had our good times as well. I remember when we worked with Torrance Church of Christ in the mid 70's. We began a work with the deaf. Dave and I worked with several deaf and hearing young people and had many great times. We had devotionals, went to youth rallies and taught Sunday school classes. It was a great time in our lives. Then we went to North Downey Church of Christ and ministered there for about 7 years. There we were treated with respect and love that we will never forget. There we also had many great times. We had wonderful potlucks, great fellowship, and great leadership. I was truly blessed at North Downey because most of my family started attending and soon came to the Lord.

Later, in this time-line we went to several other Churches where we had some horrible experiences.
To my surprise, we encountered some so called Christians who did not reflect the attitudes of our Lord.
They acted more like they were from the world rather than of God. This was a very trying time in our lives. I'm not going to go into detail as to what happened during those terrible years. I felt discouraged and the experience affected my children and my family.

Although, we were hurt and discouraged we never lost our faith. But, it was enough for Dave to quit his full-time ministry and pursue full-time employment in the secular world. God Blessed us richly during these years and has never let us down.

My treasures are #1 My relationship with my Lord, #2 My dear, sweet husband David (whom I wouldn't know what to do with out him), #3 My children (Della, David and Daniel), and #4 My grandchildren (Josiah, Jocelyn, and Jeremiah). I treasure every moment I have with all of them. I pray that my grandchildren will some day seek the Lord and call upon him as Lord and Savior.

I feel an enormous debt of graditude to my Lord and Savior for helping us through all the difficult times in our lives and pray that he will continue to bless and keep us until his coming or until our departure from this world.

In his service,
Judy Morehead

Comments

Klaus Brune's picture

The Perfect Church

I know what you mean about church not always being a perfect experience.

I've definitely had more than my share... some dramatic enough that I could see where some people might have their faith challenged because of it... three times where there were major problems with the church leadership, and like you I think I'll abstain from the actual details in case any one connects the dots...

And then there was the church that made me think that if the Apostle Paul was alive today, we would be getting a letter similar to what he wrote to the Corinthians. Can you imagine the church having two Sunday morning services, not because the congregation got too large to meet all at once, but because they could not agree on what clothes should be worn to church, or what songs should be sung? Sigh.

Sometimes I think we have to remember that a church is like a hospital... people go there for spiritual healing, not because we're perfect.