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The April afternoon was warm and sunny: without a breeze. My feet shuffled toward the street where we were living in Farmington
.
“Are you
saved?” The thought came with such force
it was almost as if someone had spoken audibly.
The
thought was penetrating. I didn’t even stop to wonder where it had come from.
My feet slowed. It was as if nothing else existed except this question and me.
“Was I
saved?” I knew it was a spiritual question. As I walked I reasoned back to the
question. “I’m Methodist. I’ve been sprinkled in church. I’m a good kid. I don’t drink or smoke. I continued to defend myself … You should see my friends! I don’t do the
things they do!
“You must
be born again and it is a straight and narrow way.”
The
thought was penetrating and exact, just as the question had been.
I knew I wasn’t born again and I knew I
wasn’t on a straight and narrow way. Even though I didn’t know how to be born
again and how to get on the straight and narrow way, I instinctively knew it
would be a complete change of my life.
I wanted to control my own life. I remember thinking, maybe when I’m older; I’m too young now.
Years
later I would realize that the Lord was speaking to me. He was trying to answer
the prayers I had been praying. He was trying to find a way into our
chaos. He was knocking on my hearts door. Thank God through the years He kept knocking.
