What better way, what more transparent way, to begin a blog dedicated to my walk with Jesus than with my testimony?
Here’s another bit of transparency for you: I’m nervous. I’m not standing in front of a crowded church or on a street corner with hundreds of strangers passing by, ignoring the story I’m about to declare. I’m sitting in my cozy little house, at my familiar computer desk, with a cup of coffee at my fingertips. Pretty comfortable, eh? Well, yes, until I consider that I’m about to toss out my innermost self and experiences to the great wide world, to a globally connected world increasingly hostile to the Jesus whom I follow. Not the safest decision I’ve made lately. Then why, under heaven, would I expose myself like this?
Because the Word of God does not return void (Isaiah 55:11). What does that mean? It means that it’s my dearest hope that chronicling my journey will encourage, will challenge, will edify the visitors who stop by, whatever their faith, whatever their past, whatever their walk in life.
Please God, may I never sound pretentious, self-righteous, or hypocritical from now until the internet implodes and I can no longer post. Amen.
So, without further ado …
TESTIMONY, PART 1
I first confessed belief in Jesus when I was five. Or was I four? Anyway, I was too young to have a clear memory of that moment. I remember my mother sitting in bed with me, ready to tuck me in, and we were talking about Jesus and the choice I would have to make one day. I recall saying, “I want to decide now.” Mother restrained her excitement, but I could tell she was happy. Together we prayed the classic prayer in which I asked Jesus to save me and come into my heart. Then I curled up in bed and went to sleep, sure I had done something good and important.
Simple, sweet story. Salvation without firecrackers or burning bushes, without sudden epiphanies or new attitudes or new outlooks on life. Nothing like those stories in which men and women are suddenly released from life-long addictions or abusive behavior. What five-year-old is burdened with such baggage yet?
But the story doesn’t end there. Sweet, innocent lambs grow up, develop opinions, foster false expectations, rebel, and soon decide the dark places are more attractive than the light.
(to be continued)