I was fifty something when God stopped dropping hints that I failed to pick up on. I felt like a wall of bricks toppled over on me. The Lord announced his presence in unmistakable ways. He had only two mandates: I was to serve the community in some way and begin regularly attending church.
I wasn’t a stranger to Christianity, having regularly attended a Baptist church as a youth. As an adult, for decades I only stopped in now and then at varying churches. I believed that more likely than not there was a God. But I had no clue as how that impacted my life or anything else.
So… I had lots of questions. I now knew there was a God, but wasn’t at all sure about Jesus. This made me uncomfortable because I had begun attending a Christian church. My big questions were: What does God want of me and how does Jesus fit into the picture?
The pastor then suggested I start reading the Gospels. I responded, “I can do that too.”
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