Good News

I am a Christian. But what exactly does this mean? Let me tell you a story.

When I was a child, I was happy enough. My family was loving, and I did well in school. I played and read my way through my early childhood, content with the affection that I received.

But then things started happening. I was ostracized at school for no apparent reason. My family began falling apart. The feeling security that I had began to erode.

My mom got into a serious car accident that almost cost her life. She miraculously survived, and although she had to learn a lot of things from scratch, she was able to go on with life. Then the annulment of my parents was completed, and I lived with my dad while my brother stayed with my mom. My mom first met the Lord and began inviting me to the church services that she went to. I learned about it, believed it in my head, but I did not live it out. I was about ten years old, and I began to become increasingly lonely.

It came to a point that I did not know whom to turn to for affection anymore. Although I would see my mom regularly, I just felt that the world around me was growing increasingly cold. Loneliness turned into isolation, and although I had my family around me, I just felt so distant from them, as if a yawning chasm had opened up between us. I didn’t blame them for it, but that didn’t stop the chasm from making its presence felt. Instead a blamed myself.

Then the corruption started coming.

Friends in late grade school and early high school began to introduce me to things that I thought would fill the gaps left by the coldness in my life. I grew dependent on this, and it made me increasingly self-centered. I wanted the world to please me, because I thought that was the only way I could get out of the plague of self-pity that had begun to consume me.

Thankfully it was during this point in my life that I learned what the gospel really was. I heard the story of my uncle, who was the black sheep of his family. He went through some pretty rough times and got involved with drugs, which ruined his life. But then one day, he met the Lord, and it was only then that he was able to get his life back on track and return to his family.

I learned that God loved me. (John 3:16). I realized I was a sinner, and that the wages of my sin was death. (Romans 3:23, Romans 6:23). My sin separated me from the God who loves me, but He found a way–the only way. (John 14:6) He died for my sin. (Isaiah 53:5). No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t save myself, but He saved me freely, of His own will, and entirely by His effort. (Ephesians 2:8-9). This truth changed me, gave me hope, and the nasty things in my life began dying away. The change is not complete, but it’s a work in progress. I’m not perfect–you can see that quite clearly in my blog. Any good in my life, however, I owe entirely to Him. He was the one who gave me a hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11)

He wills that not all would perish, but that all would come to repentance (2 Peter 3:9), and so He extends this invitation to all of us—he stands at the door of our lives, and all we need to do is invite Him in. (Revelation 3:20)

This is my story. I do not want to debate with or offend anyone. I’m not a lawyer, only a witness. I only tell you what I know, and all I know is this: I was once blind, but now I see. I was once dead, but now I’m alive. To the Lord Jesus, my savior and master, be all the glory.

One Response to “Good News”

  1. Hi Sir! 😀 It’s nice to discover a side to you which you don’t (explicitly) show in class. 🙂 Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam.

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