Spiritual

Some of the thing's I will be saying here have never been spoken before. My journey with my creator began when I was 4. As hard as it is to beleive it's true. I grew up in Baptist churches.

Have you ever sat and tried to think of your very 1st thought? I have. Many of them are simply "flashes". I can recall being 3 years old and playing outside at our babysitter house. Across the street was our school. My older sister and her friends were sitting in the grass palying and talking. I was in the driveway. I walked acroos the street and walked through the big ditch to get to where they were. I feel in the ditch and sliced my left wrist open on a broken bottle. I didn't know it happend. I got up, and continued walking towards them. I remember vividly one of the girls standing up, pointing at me and screaming. Just then, I felt my left arm go numb and it began to tingle. Like when your foots asleep. My hand seemed as if it were about to fall off. The next memory I recall is the babysitters husband (Mr. Seward) came to help me and wrapped my wrist in some kind of towel or shirt. Put my in their white Caddilac Eldorado and drove me to the hospital. The I remember the OR lights. And then the cast. My dad was flown in by helicopter as he was working on an offshore oil rig. I was later told that I would only have 30% feeling in that hand but since I was so young I wouldnt really notice it.

My next memory is when I was about 4. I recall living on Berwick Street near Uvalde and I10. I was at the end of the driveway, (what is it with all these driveways?) on a red trycicle. I asked Christ to come into my heart. I may not have understood the full extent of what I was asking but I will never forget.

I now strive every day to learn more about Christ and grow closer to God. My biggest fear is that one day I will be at the end of my road and look back on my life and wonder what it was all for. Will I have many regrets about the things I spent so much time on?

Do yoy know that most everyone you ask will claim that they beleive that there is something more out there. That there must be some kind of creator to have "created" this thing we know as life. And most people will even admit to beleiving in God. I beleive in God and firmly beleive that he sent Christ to pay the debt we could not pay. And through faith we are saved. Faith that Christ died for our sins and rose again 3 days later. We cannot buy our way into heaven, we cannot work our way into heaven. Good works is a result of "true faith".

Scripture says to love all others as you would love yourself. But I don't. I want to, but I don't. So what does that mean? Does it mean I'm not saved? I think it probably means that I'm not very mature in the word. I used to travel a lot for work. I was at the airport here in Houston once and while sitting waiting to board the plane I was watching people. You wouldnt believ that diverse crowds at the air port. Rich people, poor people, ugly, cute, black, white, brown, tan, purple, yellow, smelly, big, tall, all kinds of people from all parts of the world. I would sit and judge. I would size them up just by the way they looked. I asked God right then, help me love these people. Then I recalled soemthing I once read in a book. The writter told a story about this same issue. He said he was in his office one day speaking to one of the church members. This church member was going through the same thing I was. The guy asked the church member to walk over to the window and look outside. (They were in a high rise building over looking a large city). The church member replied, "I see people, cars and building". The man said "wrong", tell me again, what do you see. This time the church member went into great detail about seeing red cars, people wearing suits, the color of each building etc. The man again said, "wrong". Let me tell you what I see. I see unsaved people. When I look out this window and see all these people I look at them as being unsaved. And it breakes my heart. This is what has taught me to learn to love people. By doing this you will also see how important it is to tell them the gospel. You know the truth, and they dont. Many of them have never been told. All you have to do is speak. But many dont. So they live the sin of silence. We are all wrong for not telling someone. They may burn in hell for ever simply because they have never accepted Christ as their savior.

When is the last time you have told someone about Christ?