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As I knelt
on my darkened living room floor in
Sherwood, Oregon, October,
1991, confessing my
sins and sinful nature,
repenting for it all that hurt God so, more than a tingling set upon me,
like
electricity coursing through
me, I began to wail
uncontrollably. I could
not stop, until it was ready
to stop. I shook like never
before.
Before, I felt
dirty, stained. When it was over, I
felt clean, refreshed. And
as I finally stood, I knew
something very special had
just happened. I had
been born again, and joy
filled me to overflowing. I
realized at that moment,
I was now Jesus' own for the rest of my life.
That experience
was some 34 years ago. I never
had that kind of experience
again. I did not need to.
But it was kind of like
a "reset," remembering the
moment, thinking about it
again. It fired me up. It
re-kindled an old flame.
I returned to the place
of my first love, with my
Lord and Savior all over
again.
You ought to
try it. I hope the church in Ephesus
did.
Revelation 2:4-5 |
