Chain Links of Sin

Who am I?

My name is Michael Adams, I am a husband, father, United States Marine Corps veteran and most importantly, follower of Jesus Christ… Interestingly enough I never thought in a million years I would be where I am right now. Not just on a stage in church but in life as well. I grew up very blessed and my father made sure I wanted for nothing. I even grew up going to church. I spent time attending various churches with my parents when they would make it a priority. I always believed in God and was even saved and baptized at a very young age, however I made a pact with God when I was about fifteen years old that He could have me when I was old… so I decided thirty was old enough to become a boring church goer that spent Sunday mornings sitting quietly in a seat at a church and tried not to be a bad person the rest of the week. I would learn just enough bible to fake it til i made it to heaven and I’d be alright because good people go to heaven right?

Why am I here?

Well I don’t think I’ve ever been more wrong about something in my life… January 28th 2021, Our Father in heaven began to open my eyes to what love really meant. My son was born healthy, but my heart wasn’t ready for the overwhelming waves of emotion that came with becoming a father. I had a steady factory job that wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, my wife was able to stay home and care for our newborn son while I provided for the family. At the time, I knew that was biblically what a man is supposed to do, but I couldn’t have told you where to find it. 2022 came quickly and as he grew, so did my curiosity about a mans job in the household according to God’s word. I believed it was true, but I was making every excuse I could to avoid Him. In July and August 2022 in a matter of about six weeks, my grandfather had a massive heart attack that required triple bypass surgery, while he was in the hospital, his mother, my great-grandmother, fell and hit her head on a coffee table and was sent to the hospital only to be put on hospice… around two weeks later on the other side of the family in southeastern Kentucky, my great grandmothers house was nearly destroyed with her inside in a massive flood that shocked the region. Nobody could get a hold of her or knew if her and my great uncle were even alive for about forty-eight hours… I nearly left work to drive my truck the three hundred miles to her front porch to wade through two feet of water to make sure she was okay. But I knew that as soon as I got stuck, I would be another casualty on a waiting list for someone else to risk their life for me… So I did the only thing I knew to do… on a factory floor, sand-blasting stainless steel, I called out to God… I can’t remember the words I said, but they were something to the effect of, “If you’re real, I could use some help.”

Since then?

During all of this I was trying to build a career playing country music.