Where were you, when he found you?
Where were you when God found you?
No, really. I think we sometimes forget how destitute we were. I think we forget how low we had sunk. I do. That’s why its so easy for people to stray from God. Either God has never really delivered them from anything, or they forgot.
Can you imagine giving somebody a million dollars, just gifting it to them, and they forgot about you once they paid off their debt. Or even worse, they minimize what you did like “Yeah, she gave me some money, but I was the one that sent it to the debtor?”.
Well that is exactly what we do every day, we minimize what God brought us out from. We need to begin to tell our stories. When I say this, I am not talking about the stories from the Bible, or stories from pastors on television, or stories from our friends. I am talking about OUR OWN stories. If you were to really look back on what God raised you from you wouldn’t dare forsake him. When I look at some of the people that have run away from God, I am astounded because I remember. I remember who they were and what God brought them from. I don’t hold it against them, because how dare I, I was such a mess. But I remember. I think a lot of people forget the desperation they had when they first raised their hands at the altar. The desperate requests that we cried to God. How faithful were we back then? I can’t really tell anyone else’s story like I tell my own so when I say I was in church every Sunday, Sunday morning, Bible Study, revival, it didn’t matter. I was there because I was desperate, and I realized that I needed a real God that was able to change me life.
And my life was changed drastically.
I am not talking about going from single mother to married woman. I am not talking about going from college dropout to college graduate. Although I am proud of where I am those have nothing to do with my salvation. I am talking about going from man chasing, over dating, depressed, alcoholic, foul mouthed victim. I was terrible man. I was terrible in my decisions and who I chose to be around. Too many of them are in prison now. I was reckless. I was suicidal. I woke up and bought vodka and fell asleep at night with vodka. I think we get so complacent in where we are that we forget who we once were. We clutch our Christian pearls because someone is cursing or wearing a short skirt but REALLY. Really?! It’s nothing compared to what God brought me from and if I am able to be saved anyone is trust me I was low.
I think if we allowed our self to remember what God brought us out of we could show compassion and grace. MAN, IF WE WERE HONEST ABOUT THE CONDITION OF OUR HEARTS CURRENTLY we could show compassion and grace. We could LOVE the way God commands us to. Because that is what it is about right? Love. Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. 1 Peter 4:8. If I remembered where I came from I could love anybody. Because I needed love.
Also we have a responsibility to share our testimony. We don’t have a responsibility to put on a show, to put ourselves together or to model a good Christian. Revelation says we conquer him by the blood of the Lamb and the Word of our testimony.
Lastly, Judges says “After that generation had been gathered to their ancestors, came another generation who did not know the Lord”. “How can believe if they have not heard” (Romans 10:14). Open your mouths. Stop pretending that you’ve always had it together, stop hiding your testimony. A generation is depending on your truth.
So my truth. Where was I? Well, I had just lost my best friend and a guy that I liked. Half my “friends” went with them. My home was wrecked and I had a black eye and swollen lip. I was penniless, a single mother, and a college drop out. I partied all the time and searched for change to buy alcohol. I was promiscuous becuase I had been a victim of sexual assault and figured if I gave it away it wouldn't be taken. Although I hid much from my son, I felt like a trash mom and that mixed with everything else made me want to take my life. That’s were I was. I can say that with so much ease because that is not at all where I am now. Not even close. Want to know how? “Come, see a man that told me everything I ever did…. could it be the Messiah?”