If you are seeking the truth, if you are not satisfied with your current state of mind and health, if you want to have peace, love and joy, then read on. |
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| Perhaps it was the Lord Himself
telling me to come home to where my heart should belong.
No doubt then that in my greatest hour of need, my mom
wrote me a short letter urging me to give my life to
Christ. That's all she wrote. But me, even in my dire
straits, I was not quite willing to do so. I still had my
pride, still wanted to be myself, no surrendering. Um
huh! Not me. Yet, I decided to go check out the church my mom had recommended. I knew no one there but I went in all the same. The folks were quite welcoming. The minute they knew I was a thirsty soul, they did all it took to make sure that I did not leave without being saved, without receiving the grace, without being free, without the ability to fly like an eagle. They were celebrating their 10th anniversary and were obviously in joyous mood. The service that evening was powerful, at least à la me, though I can't recall any of its content now. What I know is that I fell down on my knees as the altar call was made in the old-fashion way. I fell down on my knees at the altar without anyone urging me to do so. I spoke no words. I just cried not minding who was listening. A 19 year-old! I cried myself to sleep. One of the brothers accommodated me that weekend. He would not let me wander away that Saturday. The girls looked pretty. Still Got the appetite for more? If so, please click here to continue |
