Freedom At Last

Also by God's Grace did I get hounded into giving the Christian Faith a second look. The topic of faith and religion always left me with more questions than answers. The more books I read the more things seemed incongruent. Karma, astrology, numerology, etc. These were the stuff magazines were made of. Christianity almost seemed dated. Christians didn't have fun, they had no social life, they live a life of rules and were mostly nice, happy people: albeit boring. 

But walk into church I did, on the 3rd of March 1996. When I seemed to see Jesus with hands outstretched, almost teary, telling me He loved me. ME. Jesus LOVED me? JESUS? Yearh rite. Did I even exist? No, I must have been imagining things. I was on the opposite side of the Christian faith. I picked guys up at bars, I was in cahoots with my parents...what would Jesus have anything at all to do with me? 

And then the worship team sang a song. It said: 

"Hold me close, let Your love surround me; Bring me near, draw me to Your side; And as I wait, I'll rise up like the eagle; And I will soar with You; Your Spirit leads me on; In the power of Your love." 

Well, that did it. Everything that I ever did, I know He knew. And yet He took me as I was, a sinner, condemned, unclean. Talk about God's mercy! That was the day I was born-again, when I had the faith to believe He knew my name, He knew all that I ever did, and He loved me despite it all. It was the day I learned to trust again. 

So in March 1996 I became a Christian.