A Superior Reality

I was raised in a non-Christian environment. My parents were always loving, the best they knew how. (ever notice that love is real hard without Jesus?)

When I was 13, for some reason that I still don't know, my mom decided we needed to start going to church. (Mom, if you are reading- why did we start going to church?) This absolutely ruined my life. I am telling you this was like a death sentence to my weekends. You mean I have to get up Sunday morning before 8am and make myself presentable? Then I have to stand through a bunch of mindless songs and endure some meaningless drivel of a sermon? Deliver me! (This was actually when I developed my prayer life: "God, I don't want to go to church! Send an earthquake, tornado, break the car, anything!")



You think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. I would negotiate heavily to get out of going. I eventually talked her down to being able to take one Sunday off per month. I was like a little Donald Trump.

Anyways, I managed to survive, bored to tears weekly, for about 3 years. Then, IT happened. Mom forced me to go to a youth conference in Harrisburg, PA. Friday night, all day Saturday, and Sunday morning. It was like Sunday morning for an entire weekend. Thankfully, I had some friends with me who were just as excited as I was to be there. This made it all easier to cope with.

Sunday morning, last session of the conference: I am completely disengaged (have been for 3 years!). I don't remember much about this service. But what I do remember has changed my life, literally, more than any other single moment in my entire life. They played some music along with some video of Jesus being crucified (still not sure how they got video of that, but they had it). Suddenly, I find I am beginning to sob. It's as if someone (Someone) has reached into my chest cavity, grabbed my heart, and began to squeeze. I sobbed hard. I held up my hands in surrender...

Since then, I have gotten to know this Man more and more. He really is good. He is the kindest person I've ever met. He reached down and met me when I had no interest in being met.

Jesus wants to show you His kindness today. I dare you to ask Him to reveal Himself to you. He did it for me when I wasn't even asking. How much more if we ask?

P.S. Mom- thanks again.