Why I started blogging
I was 13 years old when I got saved, at which age my parents wouldn't have ever approved of the idea at all. This meant that I could only and only be saved on condition that: I never had to show it off, especially not in my father's house; I would NOT leave the Anglican church for any Pentecostal church, no matter how well-reputed it was; no attending mid-week church meetings; no spiritual mentorship of any sort, among other things. So there I was: new to the faith, very naive about this entire born-again Christian life, carrying around a question-flooded mind, but with very few answers. Notwithstanding, sometimes I managed to ask the Holy Spirit, and He often answered. But I'd reached a point where I felt like I needed a fellow believer who was stronger than myself in the faith to hold my hand and "show me around" for some time, since even discerning the voice of the Holy Spirit by then was not always a straight forward attempt for me. Lu...