This Testimony is not an attempt to cast blame, or give an excuse to lie, but to show what Jesus died for. To give you the way back to God once your eyes have been open and you see the Truth you wish you had chosen. There will be times in everyones life when this world will draw you in and you wish you could go back and fix what you have done wrong. But the Truth is; you will have to allow God’s Son to carry that burden and know by faith in Him, He will, and you will please God, with that faith.

We had set out to tour Old Town Williamsburg. My wife and myself and our four children. Our oldest child was 6 and the other 3 were 4 and under. We arrived at Colonial Willamsburg early in the morning and we were going purchase our tour tickets and make a day of it. The tour was guided through Williamsburg by Bus and the first stop was the Govenors Mansion. After that you moved on to other points of interest and when the tour was over the Tour Bus brought you back to your car, in our case a mini van.

I got in line to buy the tickets and saw that the tickets were 75 dollars a person and only children under six were free. I realized I was going to have to pay the full price of 75 dollars for my six year old son, that I just knew would not learn anything on trip. His interest was just not there. Little did I know before we ever entered the first building of history, our lives would be changed. I had felt the price of the tour ticket was outrageous, and the same price for a six year old was ludicrous. I had chose to do what so many others choose and told the person at the ticket stand that I needed two adult tickets and all four of my children were under six. Not thinking my oldest son would ever have to lie, I told him if any one ask you today how old you are, you tell them five. He responded, “But dad I am six.” I said I know but today your five if anyone ask. OK? “OK dad.” he said.

We all boarded the tour bus, and I folded up the twins stroller and sat down. Our tour had begun. We arrived at the Governors Mansion and got in line to do the tour. That is when the nicest lady, dressed in colonial dress, walked up to us and started to speak with my oldest son. I knew as good as I knew my name what she was going to say to him. “And how old are you?” My son turned to me and looked, as he told her, “I am six but today my dad says I am five. I had ruined my day. I told my child to lie to save me money. I was as Sorry as Sorry could be. I was not just Sorry I had gotten caught, I was sick about what I had done. I knew it was wrong and I did it any way, just because it was common practice in the world.

We toured the Govenors Masion, and returned to the bus and all I wanted to do was run back to buy another tour ticket. It was a small price to pay for forgiveness, and I knew that all the money would not help. That was one I had to give to God. I was heart broke at what I done, and Sorry for what led me to it. I had no excuse good enough to relieve me of the guilt.

The lesson that was learned was life changing, and I would do my best to never do it again. I had gained understanding.