Not long ago I wrote a book that was in part
comprised of the stories of what God had done in individual
lives. There was a young man called back from the brink of
suicide, - healed of his addictions to drugs and alcohol and
porn. There was a Jewish man who experienced the almost palpable
presence of Yeshua ha Mashiach, Jesus the Messiah. It changed his
life. There was the miraculous rescue of a girl lost at sea and a
young woman delivered from the complete paralysis of polio. There
was more! Outside of that book there were many such
miracles I have seen for myself. I have seen people that
I’ve known for many years, barely able to walk with back pain,
suddenly dancing. My own mother was healed of acute ovarian
cancer. I have seen lives changed; - my own included. I
have witnessed drunks and addicts delivered. Recently I have seen
an infant with 3 holes in her heart and a defective valve delivered by
prayer. Most importantly, I have seen God saving
souls.
Through it all I could see a recurring theme: The unrelenting
love of God and the restorative power of divine mercy.
Individuals were called, a decision was made, and from that time
forward God never let go of them, no matter how they might fail to live
up to his holy standard. With few exceptions, what I witnessed
was evidence of the imperfectability of man, and the continuing mercy
of God. I must confess my own journey fit that same
pattern. And in looking back on my life, I can see the hand of
God, continually saving me, for what ultimate purpose I cannot yet know.
There was one night I was called by an inaudible voice I later knew to
be God. “ Will you give your all to Me?” That
was its wordless question. There was no mistaking its
implication. He wanted everything. My life!
More! And there was a sense that to answer yes, meant I could not
be sure if I would live or die. The commitment asked for was a
total giving of my very being. The first time that question came,
I hesitated, - I could not answer yes. And the voice went
away. At first I was relieved, then disappointed at my cowardice,
that missed opportunity. And perhaps dimly I recall wanting it to
call again. Yet hard as I would try, I could not conjure
it. This was no servant of imagination that I could call up at
whim.
Then one night His voice called again. This time I gave it my
hesitant, - trembling, - determined - YES! And things were never
the same. My spirit went somewhere I cannot describe. I was
not prepared for what I experienced by my Catholic education, or all
the scriptures I had read and heard in church as an altar boy.
This was the God of the universe that led me somewhere where love and
peace flowed over and through my very being. I could not see as
we see, - so I cannot describe where I was in human terms. And
the name Jesus was never spoken. I did not see my Savior.
But I was certain of who it was and what it meant. It may have
lasted mere seconds, or several years. I cannot say. This was an
existence unfettered by time. But then I was back, to where I had
never left and I knew in the innermost chambers of my soul, that Jesus
was God, - and that I was His. And I got down on my knees and I
worshipped him. And I prayed in my feeble way to the Creator of
everything.
It has not been a straight and narrow road I have taken since.
Too often I was lost in the attempt to ‘make it’ in the
music business and the temptations of that lifestyle. But my God
has never forgotten me. Even when I was getting everything wrong
I was always aware of his presence in my life. That tenuous
connection remained somehow intact through all the partying and
rebellion until it could act as the lifeline that would bring me
back. Ultimately I could not inure my conscience to His
persistent calls. He led me to see the meaninglessness of the
life I was living. I had to seek Him out. I had to know Him
better. And He opened to me windows of grace that I could not
imagine possible. I can really say that now I seek to do His
will, to further his cause, because that cause is the very TRUTH.
There is no other reality. I asked for wisdom and he gave me
knowledge of Himself. And as dimly I may perceive or understand
that knowledge, I know that it is a gift to be both treasured and
shared. That is the call on all believers.
I had my excuses for the way that I was living, for the decisions I
made. They all seemed so reasonable at the time. I had my
justifications. What are yours? There is an ultimate
reality that governs this whole universe. That reality is Yeshua,
the Son of God. You cannot hide from Him forever. The
Scriptures tell us that “EVERY KNEE WILL BOW, of those who are in
heaven and on earth, and under the earth, and that every tongue will
confess that Jesus is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.”
(Philippians 2:10-11) You see, there is only Truth
and it will be served. What is truth? Jesus answered that
question when he said, “I am the way and the truth and the
life.” (John 14:6) He is calling you now to serve that
truth. Say yes!