Talk about Turning 180 Degrees

When I first started going to Oak Leaf in Fall of 2006, I was rather surprised at the type of attire needed to be worn at the church. The attire being…….get this……WHATEVER YOU WANTED. I was astonished that I was attending a church that people didnt frown upon you if you wanted to wear a t-shirt, jeans with holes, and flip flops to church! Some people thought it was completely unbelievable.

Along with the citizens that believed that the dress code for the church was’nt true just so happened to be my father. I remember waking up, getting dressed, and walking out the door only to be stopped by my dad so just I could be ordered to change into nice jeans, nice shoes, and a Polo shirt. Apparently I was “disrepecting” God with my satanic New Balances and American Eagle jeans sent from Hell. Haha! But after a few weeks I was able to nudge it through his head that it didnt matter what you wore, so he finally, even though he didnt want to, backed off the subject.

As if the way I dress to The LKeaf wasnt bothering my parents enough they thought the only reason I began to go was for the groups that led worship for the church. Can you say MAJOR DISAPPOINTMENT! I began to think that there was no hope of my parents fully approving of my church.

My parents visitied Oak leaf a few times, but were never regular attenders of it or any church at all. But once we bagan holding the services at Woodland High School things started to turn around. I started playing in the praise band and my parents wanted to come see me play. So one thing led to another and after 2 straight months of me playing guitar at church my mom and dad realized all the things that I saw. All the potential, love for God, and the mission within the church. So the officially became regular attenders.

This was the first major mile stone, the second had yet to come.

My Aunt Sherry is head of the security team at the Leaf, so we had made a mind set to get my parents in the game of volunteering. after about 6 months, they gave it a try. Needless to say the now volunteer every week and I’ve never felt so humbled. And it’s also some much need help the security team needed.

I never knew my parents would be assisting of the movement of leading people from where they are to where God wants them to be.