The Magazine of The Evangelical Lutheran Church in America


Thanks, Miss Grove

I'm 15 years old, and this morning I was confirmed. I pronounced my faith and couldn't help thinking back to how it all began. Many people have been powerful influences in my life. I can't say which one is most important. But I know I couldn't have been confirmed without three unsung saints--and my parents.

My grandmother got things going. We would sit in a room with a single light on. I'd sit on her lap and ask her questions like "Who made all the animals?" and "Who made me?" I asked only her my curious questions, no one else. As she explained things, getting out her Bible and reading me passages, my mind woke to Christ's divinity. I began paying more attention to the children's sermons Pastor Steward gave in chapel. And I actually listened to the words in our fun children's hymns.

Sixth grade was my hardest year at Bethel Lutheran School in Encino, Calif. I injured my eye and had to wear a patch for several weeks. I wondered, "How can God do this to me? What did I do wrong?" I grew timid as my classmates' reactions to my patch were less than polite.

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