As a child, I was told of God as a cartoon image designed as a cutout, paper doll hanging on a felt board at Sunday school with other characters who were described to me. Nothing tangible, not real.
As a teenager, I was told God hated the things I had done and was mad at me for them. He sat in a throne overlooking all that was done in the world. I knew I was not loved because I did bad things.
As a young adulthood, I was told of a God who was loving, caring, all knowing, and who wanted to know me and be in my heart. There was no way I could let Him in; it was too dark, too bad, too unforgivable.
I was told He had forgiven all my past mistakes, and wanted to live in my heart. To love me like I was the only one. If only that were true, I would be set free.
I was told He had a son named Jesus who had walked amongst people on the earth and lived a life just like you and me. He came to meet us face to face, to live with us and speak to us. He loved the unlovely, sat with those others would not. He healed the sick and rose some from the dead. He encouraged others to believe. He spoke the truth that some despised and He spoke of His death as the way to forever have life with Him.
I was told I could have a relationship with this God as I did with a best friend. One who would forgive all my past, set me free of guilt and shame, and want to spend each day with me. If I confessed my past and came clean with my past, would this God sitting on the throne say, “it’s about time”? Would He continue to sit there with a straight look on His face? I couldn’t imagine it any other way because it was never explained any differently to me.
I was told to give it a try and see if this God was all I had conjured up in my mind. Or if He would be more than I could ever imagine. I was told to get a Bible, read it, and make my mind up on what to believe.
Soon after I had begun reading the remarkable stories in the Bible and questioning my firm held belief of not being forgiven, I experienced a miracle in my own life that made me questions my fact of this God truly being alive. I call it a Motorcycle Miracle and it happened in 1996. I was involved in an extremely dangerous and deadly motorcycle accident. I should have died. Yet, I literally walked away from the incident, totally unscathed without one scratch on my body. It was a time I had to face the fact, that something, somebody bigger, mightier, more powerful had intervened and help save my life.
I believe, God used this accident to prove to me He does exists. That He is personally interested in all aspects of my life, He has forgiven my past as far as the east is from the west, and He loves me like no other. He is very much ALIVE and active in this world. He saved my life so I can help others. To share the stories of my life and how He proved to me that He is alive.
Now, I am the one to tell others that they too can believe in God. That He forgives, He lives, and He loves like no other can love. He is forever alive and living in my heart.
My God, I thank you for loving me until I could love you!