Being a Christian isn't always easy, we have many factors that influence our life. Men will hurt us. pastors will fall. Preacher makes this quote often "God doesn't promise us an easy life if we follow Him, He does promise us a victorious Christian life if we do" Men may hurt us, people disappoint us. But trusting in Him will never.
This year my church will celebrate it's 40 anniversary. I have invited my infusion nurse Manny out and his family. I also invited a couple I met a few weeks back. Rachel has invited 5 ladies from her cake decorating class, they said they would come. Sami her neighbor friend, who can't come but wants too. Why would we invite so many out? To change lives. Salvation doesn't just save you, it changes you. Just like it did me.
I celebrate my anniversary because i want to remember what the Lord did for me, how it changed me. I am not sure if others do. I am not sure if it is right, I don't want to brag. But I am so thankful.
How can a perfect Holy God love a dirty rotten 14 year old sinner like me? How could He change my life so completely by His sacrifice. Why would he want to die for me? I am worthless and useless, now somewhat disabled. I found out today, my position at work has been filled. I am not too heartbroken as I am sad. As far as I know I am still on Short term disability, not sure how long that will last. Not sure what I will do when it runs outs. Due to the pain and swelling in my hands, not sure what I can do? This isn't a woe is me, it is a fact that I am perfectly useless, to Saviour, Who gave His life for me.
The church I attended 24 years ago no longer exists. It fell under the vise of a wicked man. He could ruin a church, but not the people. Many are still serving Christ. One is a Pastor in Utah, another a Missionary to Australia, One that is a pastor's wife, a few that are assistant pastor's wives. Many that are bus workers, Sunday School teachers. Mothers, fathers raising their children for the Lord.
I am so proud of Freedom Baptist church, because although Satan tried to destroy it, He did the building. He didn't the church, the people, the Christians. Oh we left with scars, some were wounded, some died, but the wounded grew stronger. The battle was fought, but not won by him.
I love my church now. I love hearing about it's history. I love hearing how Satan arose and fought, but failed. I love knowing and seeing that bad doesn't always win. the Good can conquer and thrive. It gives me hope.
This is a bunch of rambling, I know, thanks to the Tylenol with Codeine.
I just want to post my gratitude.
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