SOMETIMES IT JUST BEARS REPEATING the story of God¹s relentless love for me.
If you¹ve heard this one, then go ahead and turn inside and read the
announcements, otherwise, read on.
God started His pouring His love upon me from the moment I was born.
I was blessed to be born into a family were Jesus Christ was believed in and
where regular church attendance and service were a constant part of our
daily lives. I was blessed by a praying mother and a church-involved dad.
I have never known not going to Sunday school, VBS, singing in the choir,
you name it.
God continued His presence in my life by placing a desire for full-time
ministry in my heart at about the age of 13. I surely did not know what
being a pastor (Ominister¹ in the terminology of my upbringing), but I did
know I wanted to preach.
God¹s pursuit for me reached a crisis point on Good Friday 1969 when I
personally committed myself to Jesus Christ, as my Lord and Savior. I say
³crisis² because my faith became my own that night, and in many ways would
begin to look and sound different than my parents¹, but that¹s part of
growing up, I guess.
And God¹s pursuit of me has continued on. I have tried to run from
both Call and Conversion, but both God¹s relentless love and my mom¹s
prayers saw that I never got very far. I understand the Apostle Peter¹s
response to the Lord when questioned if he would leave the Master, “Lord, to
whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life. We believe and know
that you are the Holy One of God.” (John 6:68-69) and so His story continues
to be written, and for my part, told as well.
Write on Lord, write on.