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Taylor MortonMy testimony starts out like the normal Southern Baptist church-goer.  I was eight years old, sitting in Sunday School class, at Wilton Bible Baptist Church.  My Sunday School teacher was sharing the gospel, and I responded to hearing it.  After responding to the the gospel message, she led me in a prayer of salvation, and at that very moment, I had a relationship with Jesus Christ!.

I am blessed to have two Godly parents who had me in church every time the doors were open, but just because I was in church, that did not mean I lived like I went to church.  When I accepted Jesus as my Savior, I still didn’t always put Him first. I just played church – went through the motions – and wasn’t seeking Jesus Christ first.  Matthew 6:33 tells us to “seek Him first, and ‘all these things’ will be added to you as well”.  But, as I got older, this continued even into middle school.  In middle school, I got the big-head ego because I was exceptionally good at sports.  I started trying to gain popularity, social status, and other things that did not truly matter.  I was, in a sense, trying to gain the whole world.  Mark 8:36 asks, “What does it profit a man to gain the whole world, yet lose his own soul?”, but in my own little world, I was trying to gain it all.

I thought I had it all going right for me.  I felt like I was on top of the world.  This would soon change.  God would soon humble me in a mighty way.

It was April 1, 2007… just a normal Sunday.  My whole family had gone to church, and, afterwards, my little brother, TJ, went to a birthday party, my middle brother, Trent, went fishing with a friend, and I went home.  Trent was my teammate in every little league sport you could ever imagine.  He was just a year younger than me.  We were best friends.  But, on that afternoon, things would change forever.

I started getting phone calls and text messages asking me what was wrong with Trent.  I took the trash out and the parents of Trent’s friend came rushing into our driveway and asked where my Dad was.  Dad was at the church at a deacon’s meeting.  They went to the church, got him, and brought him back to our house.  As he came through the door, he had tears in his eyes.  He told me that my brother, Trent, had been killed.

My brother was killed in a four-wheeler accident that afternoon.  He was struck by an SUV and was killed instantly. After hearing the news, my world stopped.  That night, thousands of people came by our house to show love, care, and support for my family.  That night, my whole family slept in the same room.  The next day would be when God would take this tragedy, and change my life for the better.  I remember sitting in my room, and I remember hitting my knees, crying out to God, telling him that I was done playing church and I was ready to sell out to Him.  That my, my life changed and I committed my whole life to Jesus Christ. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.
– Philippians 3:13-14

Two weeks after my brother’s death, we found a card in my brother’s pocket that said, “Never, Never Quit” and the Bible passage Philippians 3:13-14 on it.

Through this card, God inspired me not to quit and not to give up. No matter what it may be, whether it is God, life, love, school or football, God has inspired my and encourage me not to quit, because there is hop and there in light at the end of the tunnel.

Never, Never Quit.

Taylor Morton