The X Father

By Pastor David Earl Anderson

This is a captivating story about a fatherless young man who had to overcome a hard life while living with a broken heart throughout his youthful years. His life seemed as if he would not make it past the age of twenty. As you place yourself in the pages of his true story, it may become gut-wrenching and realistic to you, the reader.

This young man was not cut out for this life, but the cloth was cut to be placed on his life for a reason. You'll find out the reason as you comb through the pages of this intense story of one's true encounter with our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

His story is unique and different, though it could reach the hearts of millions of people across the globe due to their lack of a father. This young man spent all his youthful years searching for his biological father while God the Father was looking after him the whole time.

Watch how the Lord intercedes on his behalf to form him into a prominent biblical teacher who also pastors God's church.

His life could be mind-boggling at times, but going from the pit to the palace is a journey within

itself.

A life of fear and abandonment can create a displeasure of life. God's timetable was perfect in his life because He saved him in the nick of time.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9781639036363

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The X Father

Pastor David Earl Anderson

ISBN 978-1-63903-635-6 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63903-636-3 (digital)

Copyright © 2022 by Pastor David Earl Anderson

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Christian Faith Publishing

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Some names mentioned in this book have been changed because of private family matters and to avoid incrimination.

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Acknowledgments

About the Author

This is the genealogy of the families that will always be the foundation and cornerstone of a town called Greenburgh. These families have been the generation now and will be for the generation to come: the Andersons, the Abrams, the Fraziers, the Williams, the Blassingames, the Fortes, the Brahdams, the Swinneys, the Robinsons, the Collins, the Youngs, the Poinsetts, the Tilfords, the Blackwells, the Campbells, the Thomas', the Postells, the Dimbos, the Blackwells, the Potts, the Tuckers, the Smiths, the Phillips, the Pinos, the Fields', the Johnsons, the Jones, the Halls, the Mosleys, the Allens, the Roberts, the Wests, the Basons, the Wilsons, the Castleberrys, and the Hoods.

In memory of my father, Jessie Anderson, who I never had the chance to meet. May the Lord continue to shine His face upon you. Because of your absence, I became a part of a special people to God. Learn to do good, seek justice, rebuke the oppressor, defend the Fatherless, plead for the Widow (Isaiah 1:17).

Some names mentioned in this book have been changed because of private family matters and incrimination.

Many people in this book are not here with us today and have gone to be in a special place with the Lord. Who they are and what they were able to accomplish here on this earth shall be honored, especially the parents of many who are mentioned in this book.

Acknowledgments

I want to thank all my family members for their support and patience with me throughout this journey. I have stumbled in many areas of my life and have always had a loving family to pick me up and brush off my shoulders. My wife and my children became the manifestation of God's work in my life from the revelation of having no one to teach me how to be a father. How can a fatherless son become a good father? How can you father children if you were never fathered? Throughout this book, you will see the work of God injected into the ministry of fatherhood, not on a level of perfection but on a level of imperfection. I serve a perfect God who is good enough for me, which means I was raised by a perfect Father.

I must begin as far back as my natural mind can remember, growing up as a little child. It's difficult to remember those times, but it has always been easy to remember the feelings that ran through my heart. It is amazing that the age I can remember is six to seven years old, when I was running around in a small house in the small town of Louise in Mississippi. The house was pretty much on its last legs in terms of its foundation. It was pretty crowded with family members who increased and decreased in number on a day-to-day basis. The house was not only on its last legs in terms of its foundation, but also in its ability to withstand strong rainstorms. There were leaks that came through the roof when it rained and drafts of air when the wind blew hard. It was fairly easy to tell because the mist of the outside air would be able to get inside the house throughout the day and night. Throughout the house, there was always the certain smell of corn and leftover food mixed together, which was used to feed the pigs. All elements were able to get inside, such as flies, gnats, mosquitoes, ants, and spiders, along with a snake every now and then. I became used to the presence of these insects. Sometimes I would wake up in the morning with huge mosquito bites and bumps, which I grew accustomed to. This was normal country living.

My mother lived with her sister, whose name was Almetta, and her children lived there as well. Almetta's children were named Michael and Turner; they were my cousins. My oldest brother, Curtis, was with me and my two cousins, and we made the best of a challenging situation. In front of the small house we all stayed in was a dirt road going both ways, but to the right, about a two-hundred-yard distance, was another small house on the opposite side of the road. It was my grandfather's house. At the time, I didn't know my grandfather because I was young and because he was never home; he spent much of his time farming the land between both houses. My grandfather never spoke much, but he would always sit on his porch and watch my brother and Michael and Turner play in the field. Between my two cousins and my oldest brother, Curtis, and me, we spent most of our time running around for errands and farming chores, such as fetching water from the well, scooping eggs from the chicken house, picking apples, pulling corn, and picking sugarcane.

Our playtime was spent mostly at night, when we would play with the farm animals as though they were our pets. I was taught a valuable lesson about making farm animals your pet. On any given morning, we would wake up to the sound of the rooster, and our friendly pets would be gone. Later on in the day, our grandfather would pull up in that red pickup truck and call all of us to help unload numerous packages wrapped in aluminum foil to store in the freezer, and we can all guess what had happened to our friendly pets.

That's all I knew of my grandfather, but I also knew he took care of his two daughters, my mother and her sister, Almetta. Many nights, I used to hear my mother cry to her sister about having a better life. Louise, Mississippi, was so small that the population was under four hundred people. Jobs and opportunities were not reachable in such a small community. But who