Superbowl Sunday, 1996. Not quite 18. Everything changed. I'll never forget that cold day where I rose out of bed to desperately search for an open church. Couldn't go to my Dad's. He'd make a big deal out of it. So, I found this little reformed church next to my high school. I walked in to a half-empty old looking small church with no one I knew. The pastor gets up and says "today is youth day, so the youth will be taking the whole service." Great. I recognize a few teens from my high school-Brooklyn. I didn't really associate with them. I was way too busy cheerleading, singing and doing lots of other important stuff, to hang out with them. Then I noticed Danielle. She was the leader today. I really didn't like her.
She led the youth to do motions to a song. The altar. I was tired. The weight of my life bearing down hard on me. I heard, "that's what this altar is for." Danielle talked. I felt embarrased and shameful of all the sin in my life. I heard "The blood of Jesus will make you white as snow."
Then I saw it. As tears stremed down my face, I saw a big list of everything I had done to offend God. My sins were too numerous to count. Then I saw blood running down each one until the list was gone and clean. I was so happy. I wanted to scream. I felt light and free for the first time.
God used my enemy to talk to me. God made sure I somehow got out of bed and found that church. That day my life did a huge 360.
Danielle looked at me like I can't believe it. My friends said I turned weird. One friend said, "You finally found who you are Jamie." I quit cheerleading. I quit almost everything. Nothing was important to me now. I had to devote my life to the one who touched me that day. I had to tell everyone else that they could be set free too.
'He who the Son sets free is free indeed."
Story to be continued...
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