I didn't grow up in a Christian home, but I had a hungry, hungry heart. I remember getting my first transistor radio when I was about 11 years old. I would take it to bed with me at night, stick my head under my pillow and hold that radio as close to my ear as I could get it so I could keep the volume down low and not get caught. Then I would change the channel until I could finally tune in a station as far away as I could possibly get it. I was looking for "religious stations". Guys like RW Schambach
and lots of probably locally known only folks from places like Iowa and Arkansas.
Then I would pray quietly with my head under my pillow until I'd fall asleep night after night. I had some very special times alone with God with my pillow over my head
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