| GOD: "Do you believe that
Jesus died and rose again?" Me: Startled "Yes."
(Until He asked, I hadn't realised it... but I did believe it.)
GOD: "Well what are you doing
about it?"
It all sounds pretty simple, doesn't it?
Nothing world shattering about that, right?
Wrong.
It was very
world-shattering. It was life-changing. It was totally mind-boggling.
But let me explain, or you'll never understand why those few words transformed me
overnight and altered the direction of my life. They set me on a course that has led to
the gradual renewing of my mind, will, emotions, character, personality... whatever parts
of me there are in fact... yes and even my body, frail and weak though it may be, hasn't
been left out of this restoration process.
This is where the
story begins... not at my birth, although much of my adventure is intricately interwoven
with the events of the first 24 years of my life here on earth; not at my death when I
will leave this life and finally begin the life for which I have been destined since
before God created the world; no, right here in an ordinary suburban home in little 'ol
Adelaide, on a day much like any other, in a year memorable to me only because of the
chain of events that culminated in a moment of blinding revelation about the truth of who
Jesus is and what it means to me as a person whom He has made.
There would be so
much that could be said about all this if I didn't care about the feelings of other
people... but thankfully I do, so this account will be mercifully shortened! Love
dictates that I only write about things involving other people if they will appear in a
favourable light, don't you think? Anything I say about myself can be as brutally
honest as I like!
So, if you notice
a certain pre-occupation with 'me and I' throughout the narration, you'll understand, I
hope, that a lot has to be left unsaid in this adventure. The focus, though, is
going to be on God - He has been very busy these 16+ years and it's all good! What
He had to work with wasn't so good, mind you... but isn't it always the way with
restoration work... you come in when it's nearly time to call in the bulldozer!
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