the dirty 'R' word

[Just a quick edit, if you didn't read Part one, you can do so by clicking here ] So, I was sitting in a chapel at the Army Recruit Training Centre in Kapooka, NSW. I was listening to the Padré retell a story of how Jesus and his disciples went from town to town sharing […]

This is part one of my story. It’s about how I came to be a co-heir with Christ. I was two years old when my parents decided that they could no longer be married. An event that I was oblivious to at the time, and one that would define my childhood.