NOTE:  I make this story available because, next to my profession of faith in Christ, no decision more changed my life than when I decided to forgive my dad.

When I was a kid our family didn’t go to church. Sure, we would try and go on Easter, but that was about it.  Church was something I simply wasn’t very familiar with.  On the other hand, one thing I was familiar with was domestic violence.

My dad, when sober, was a wonderful man.  But, when he drank he became something altogether different.  Angry.  Violent.  Monstrous.

Over the years, I’ve met many adults who carry around deeply painful – sometimes crippling – emotional baggage connected to one of their parents.

I didn’t forgive my dad until I was 34 years old.  But, when I did, it changed my life.

Read my story of how I forgave my dad by clicking here.

Soli Deo Gloria, Nick