All my life, except for my young years in Sunday School, I have never been a church-goer. My family and I would definitely have classed ourselves as Christians, and I know that after my dad was diagnosed with leukaemia he read the Bible quite a lot, but we hadn't attended church for years. I actually had a 'thing' about churches because I looked on 'religion' and churches as man-made things - which they are. My views on that have not changed.
Anyway, I agreed to go. I knew my friends attended a small interdenominational fellowship about half an hour's drive north from here on a beautiful stretch of our Far North coast.
This small church has a wonderful Worship Team. Well, the music and the presence of God's love that filled the school hall that day brought me to tears. Not only that, they were having a baptising day and so in a couple of hours, along with 3 others, I entered the chilly October waters of the South Pacific and was baptised into the Lord's family.
Without a doubt, that was THE greatest day of my life. Kind members of this tiny congregation - who had never heard of me before - were inspired to bring scriptures for me after it was over, and - amazingly enough - several of them were identical. It was a promise that I now see coming to pass:
"I will restore to you the years that the locusts have eaten." Joel 2:25
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2 comments:
Thank you for sharing this verse. I find its truth oddly comforting.
Yes, I was quite blown away by how well it fitted my circumstances. Very humbling. It was certainly a nmessage of hope and comfort.
Patricia
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