February 12, 2021
God Buries His Workers but His Work Goes On |
The man who introduced me to Jesus Christ 50 years ago died this week. We were in high school together. It was the height of the Hippie movement and the Jesus movement in California. I was interested in neither. My friend and I were in sports. He was four feet eight inches tall and had three black belts in martial arts and was the 100-yard dash champion. He was also very strong. He was known as “the preacher” as he would walk the halls with his “20 pound Bible” wrapped in thick leather and buckled with two snaps. He was not shy of talking about Jesus. In fact, he was almost obnoxious. And then there was me. Raised in an atheistic home, I had many questions and so we had many talks about the Christ. It took six months of meeting, reading, and thinking which led me to praying to receive Jesus as my Savior. I lost touch with my friend Andy, but I had heard that his life took many twists and turns, but he always loved and shared Jesus. And now he is with the Lord. The past 50 years have been a wonderful adventure as I have lived with and learned much about Jesus. But it all began with my friend telling me about God who had a gift for me, a gift of love. A love that can never be earned and a love that can never be lost. It is the gift of eternal life. Serving Him with you until He comes for us, Fred |