Do you know God? I mean more than simply crying out “GOD!” or “GOD HELP ME!”? Have you had the opportunity to meet Him in a real way? Are you a born-again Christian?
These days, the dark forces of this world make God out to be unnecessary or outdated or there is no need to worry about God. As a matter of fact, the things of this world which aren’t that important seem to glimmer and glitzy appearing to be the greatest to obtain or have, grabbing our attention.
I have been blessed to have grown up in a Christian home. My father was a Minister of Music for many years and my mother served as a church organist and in various volunteer roles in the church for many years. We were at church every time the doors were open. Yeah, as a kid, I did find that annoying. And, I often wondered why the other kids, later teenagers, weren’t required to be in church every Sunday too. Although, I remember never really asking that question to my parents.
I became a Christian at a very young age. I remember knowing that I wanted to know the God that the preacher that Sunday was talking about. So I prayed the prayer and become a Christian that day. It’s funny, at nearly 60 years old, I can’t remember what I did a few minutes ago or why I came downstairs to my studio for something. However, I still remember that day of becoming a Christian. In my early years in college, I heard remarks about young children becoming a Christian as such a young age probably wasn’t authentic or real as they were not likely to understand what they were doing. Also, a professor said, “You can’t get to heaven on your parent’s coattails, you have to make the decision yourself.” So, just to be sure, as I like to say, I rededicated my life to Christ- making sure I was a Christian.
As life has gone forth, in all its events, challenges, and tragedies, I learned that being in church all that time as a kid and into my youth, and continuing it in my adult life, is a very good thing. As Charcot-Marie-Tooth (CMT) gave me challenges that I didn’t understand, nor did the doctors, I look back now and realize it was God taking care of me. No doubt in my mind it was His Hand helping me.
Though recently I have been diagnosed with a severe case of CMT, and am not sure what the future holds, I have a peace that passes understanding because I know Jesus.