WHY ALL THE COMMOTION?
WHY ALL THE COMMOTION?
(For the local newspaper)
I was raised in a
Catholic family in Quebec during the late 50’s and into the 70’s. During my
youth everyone went to church and at least pretended to believe in God. I was
about thirteen years old when I began to question, “What if there is no God,
then believing in Him would be like believing in Santa Clause?” It occurred to
me that if there is no God I can do whatever I want, since we will all just die
anyways. But if there is a God and He made me and everything else, then I will
have to give an account to Him someday. So I decided that before I make any
decisions I had better find out if there is a God. I didn’t bother asking
anyone knowing the answer I would get. Instead I pondered and thought until
finally, one night I stepped outside and looked up at the sky wondering about
Him. To my shock, right then and there He spoke to me and said, “I have been
waiting for you to come all this time.” I fell back against the house and
laughed with joy. He had caught me completely by surprise.
However, since that
occasion, whenever I was aware that I had sinned, I felt fearful and begged for
His forgiveness, but He still seemed a million miles away. Knowing that God is
there and not being able to reach Him is frustrating. When I was fifteen or
sixteen, my mother challenged me saying that, “Jesus Christ is the Son of God,
He is God.” That made me furious. "How absurd," I thought!
I continued to
search for the missing link in my life and stumbled into some very bad stuff
which I thought was the answer. I hated this world because it is so godless and
shallow, and I wanted out. I wanted something real. I was determined to jump
into this alternate venture, but because it did not include God I figured that
I had better first give my Mother’s Bible a chance. I was then eighteen.
Opening it up to the New Testament and reading the Words of Jesus, I realized
that Jesus Christ is the one and same God Who spoke to me those many years
earlier. At that very moment I felt like I had been dead for eighteen years and
had just come to life. God no longer seemed a million miles away, but was right
there with me. I felt completely satisfied.
The fire has never
stopped burning in my heart since the day I found that Jesus and God are real.
I have preached Him in the prison, at the young offender’s facility, on the
streets, in bars, on the radio, and wherever possible.
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