| Why do I believe in Jesus Christ? |
| One simple reason, He was there for me! Now, you might be thinking I'm a bit screwy right now, but the reason I am a Christian is because when I was down, He lifted me up. Here is my testimony. It was the dawn of the summer between 7th and 8th grade. Only a few weeks until summer vacation. By now, I was depressed with the recent death of my grandfather. Not only was he the only grandparent I ever knew, we was close like a father to me. Seeing him eventually lose all independence and become disabled before his death was traumatic to me. But he was dead, leaving a mark on me for the rest of my life. Eventually summer arrived, but I was too depressed to care. As summer trudged along, So I slowly dug the hole of depression I would call my 'existence'. I had long ignored most of my friends, save for about two. I was slowly convincing myself that this God I used to love was a cruel and evil being, and I stood there, and I cursed at Him. As summer reached it's midpoint, I had convinced myself God, was not evil, but nonexistent. I got further depressed and finally, I no longer cared about my life, family or friends. Heck, if there was no God, I thought, why care? Becoming more depressed to a point where I could not stand myself, or my life. The hole I began digging at the beginning of summer was to deep for me to get out, heck, I couldn't even see the sun anymore. One night, I wrote a letter to my parents saying I couldn't stand my life anymore, and that this is for the best. I took a knife I got from the kitchen, and held it to my wrists. Thoughts ran through my head, always about how my life sucked. Then I fully realized what I was doing, and the consequences of it. I dropped the knife, ripped the letter and cried. I had reached the very end of the road, I saw now way at all to go, I was all alone, and there was no one who realized what I was going through. About a week later, I was out riding bike, just thinking, deep in thought. As I entered a park type thing by my house, I remembered the promises of God in the Bible. I laughed a little at the thought. But, then everything I had read, heard, came crashing through. God had broken through, full force. I had to stop my bike, and I sat under a tree next to a creek. I thought I was going crazy, but I had no where else to go. Then I remembered the words of Jesus, "I am with you Always." With no where else to go, and prayed for the first time that summer. I don't remember all the words, of that prayer, I remember the first line "Jesus, help me, I need you Lord! Forgive me....." After that prayer, I felt a burden had been lifted off my shoulders, I was no longer depressed. God was there! He cares! He loves me! How ignorant I was! I wiped the tears off my face, got on my bike and I went home. When I was all alone, Jesus came to me and lifted me up. My life is now His. Without his healing, I would have killed myself, but he came to me when I needed Him most. I now realize the Truth in: "Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me." (Revelation 3:20) God stood at the door of my heart, and waited until I let Him in. You might say I used this 'religion' as my crutch, because I was to weak to stand on my own, and that would be correct! Jesus IS the crutch, and everyone has a broken leg! I am weak without Him. No matter what, Jesus will be there. If you do not yet believe in the Power of Christ, I pray that He reveals Himself to you. If you want to take that step, all it takes is a prayer. I hope this has been of some inspiration to you, please E-Mail me with any responses, questions ect!!! ---Tom Shimer |
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