My friend Bill wrote the following and sent it to me. This is the Bill who occasionally gives me excerpts from his prayer journal to post. As I read this the irony struck me that he found eternal life on the grounds of a funeral home - in a place of death he found life. Isn't that the Gospel? The women went to the tomb on Easter morning expecting to find death but they found life.
No
More Fear of Dying
Growing
up, I was taught about Heaven and Hell so I knew that good people went to
Heaven and bad people went to Hell. I
believed that I was a bad person and was going to Hell. What I didn’t know, as Paul Harvey would say,
was “the rest of the story.” I hope and
pray that the following will help others know that God is a loving and caring
Father.
For 38
years of my life I did not like myself because I believed that God did not love
me since I was a sinner. Many times I would
ask God to forgive me and then would go right back and commit the sins all over
again. There were times when I should
have gone to jail for the things I did.
When I got away with them, I would tell myself that I was lucky. What I did not realized at the time was that
“luck” had nothing to do with it. It
would be much later in my life’s journey before I would realize this.
During
our Thursday night Bible study recently, we were asked to read Hebrews 2:14-15
which says, “Since the children have flesh and blood, He too
shared in their humanity so that by His death He might break the power of him
who holds the power of death—that is, the devil— and free those
who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of death.” [NIV]
When I
read these verses, it all came back to me:
the memory of being consumed with the fear of death. I was that person they were talking about in
these two verses.
I
remembered back to the day and time when my life would change forever and the
fear of death was gone.
My
wife had died and I had two small children.
I was so overwhelmed by everything and I had no one to turn to for help.
I was sitting in my office crying and
begging God to help me when I remembered something: I had gone to a Needle’s Eye luncheon and
heard someone talking about accepting Jesus as his Savior and how it changed
his life. At the time, I thought to
myself, “Whatever! Another feel-good
story.” I was given something with a
prayer inside showing me what to say if I wanted Jesus in my life. When I got back to my office, I put it in my
desk drawer and went on with my life.
On
this day, however, I opened that drawer and there was the pamphlet with that
prayer in it. I thought to myself,
“Well, I have tried everything else. Why
not this prayer?” I went over to the
grounds of the funeral home that was next to my office and sat down under a
tree and recited the prayer, asking Jesus to be my Savior. I was crying. At that moment Jesus became my
Savior.
For
the first time in my life, I had “HOPE”!
My sins were forgiven and I knew He loved me. For many years I had bought and paid for
friends and now I realized that I always had had a friend in Jesus and it did
not cost me anything.
All
those times when I got away with doing something wrong (sin) and told myself
that I was lucky – I realized that luck had nothing to do with it. God was there and He had a plan for my life
and He was just waiting for me to open that door so my Savior could take
control of my life. Once I accepted
Jesus as my Savior, did all my problems go away? NO!!!
But, He was there to help me through them. Did I stop sinning? NO!!
But for the first time in my life, I knew with His help and by letting
Him have control, sin no longer controlled me.
I knew that God would forgive me and love me no matter what. Jesus paid the price for my sins and that day,
on the lawn of the funeral home, the Holy Spirit entered into my heart.
When I
looked in the mirror before I met Jesus, I hated the person looking back at me. When I look in the mirror now, I like that
person looking back at me because I know God loves me.
My
life is no longer a slave to death. When
I asked Jesus to be my Savior, the chains of slavery to death were gone and I
knew that I was a child of a loving and forgiving God.
Thank
You, Jesus, for all of the pain and suffering that You went through in order
that I would have eternal life with You and my heavenly Father.
Now
you know “the rest of the story.”
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