A month ago grandpa went to be with the Lord. He was a simple man. He had only one passion: God. Whatever topic you would start to talk about he would end up sharing the gospel or talking about God. I admired his simple way of living and his focused passion. Once he entered the narrow gate he started carrying his cross and never put it down. It was as if God predestined our family name.
Our ancestor, in the 1800s, was taken by the turks while he was a child to fight in their army. When he escaped, he returned to his homelands. The people thought he was a moslem but he wasn’t. In order to prove it, he made Continuă lectura