My God Story

I was challenged by the pastor of a church that I attended on Sunday to write my God story. A long time ago, I had a dream. It was so vivid I can remember it even today. I remember that I was falling, falling, falling toward an open flame. At the last moment, a gentle hand reached down and cupped my body, rescuing me. I had been to church before, but I didn’t know the Lord. I didn’t know Him until I transferred out of public school to a Christian high school. In the beginning of the year, it was a really hard transition. I remember spending time in classes, praying to the God I didn’t know that the teachers wouldn’t ask me to pray out loud, praying that they wouldn’t ask me any questions about the Bible. Once, they did: “Can you name an Old Testament prophet?” I mumbled: “Matthew? Mark?” I didn’t know. I was never told. I was blind. My life was fine: I got good grades, I had a beautiful family, I was good at sports even, but something unplaceable was missing. A very dear friend invited me to her church, where I heard the Gospel for the first time. The actual Gospel. Jesus loves you; He died for you, a sinner in need of redemption. Repent, believe. It took a few times of hearing it for it to become real. But it did. I was at a youth group Bible study when it happened. Briefly I glanced out the window: a white dove in a shimmery veil of sun perched high on a neighbor’s roof. God’s Word came alive in my heart: ” As soon as Jesus was baptized, he went up out of the water. At that moment heaven was opened, and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and alighting on him” (Matthew 3:16). The dove that once brought Noah good news brought it to me, too. Suddenly, God was no longer this ominous and impersonal Being looming in the heavens. He cared about me; He loved me. That year, I saw the world differently: He who whispered stars in the sky, sprinkled grains of sand on the beach, painted the colors of the sky and created the lives of this world with a purpose had a purpose for me too. I am thankful for the person who invited me to church. I am thankful for the teachers and pastors and friends who showed me Jesus. I shudder to think of life without Him.

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