St. SteVen
Well-Known Member
Worth remembering. Here's mine.I remember it was the evening, I was sobbing on my bed and Roxette were singing it must have been love...how ironic is that...
I was raised in a Christian home, but...
At eight years of age I was attending a Summer Bible camp in Wisconsin.
In a morning chapel service the man speaking did as they always did, he gave an invitation to receive Christ.
He asked that all heads be bowed and all eyes closed. But I found myself peeking to see if any of these "lost sinners"
would raise a hand. At that moment God spoke to me. Though it was a supernatural event,
it seemed as natural to me as anything. I knew who it was and wasn't frightened, or disturbed by it.
What I heard was mind-blowing. It came like a tap on my shoulder. The message clear and direct.
"If you think it is so important, why haven't you done it?" I was speechless. I answered with my feet. I knew the drill.
I rose to my feet and pushed my way to the aisle to go forward before we were even asked to do so.
When I was a young adult I made a connection about this event that had not been apparent to me at the time.
The man who led me to Christ was the son of the man that led my father to the Lord.
A Christian Alliance missionary that went from farm to farm inviting people to Sunday School
and sharing the gospel in the area where my father grew up. Basically in the middle of nowhere.
Such a wonderful mystery, the workings of our great God.
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