Who Is My Hero's Death?

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Two years ago I became saved. I remember dropping to my knees in the shower crying and pleading with God to save me. My mind had become ravaged, to the point of not being able to distinguish between right and wrong. My character was questionable. My marriage was on the brink of destruction. The best way I have to describe the experience is that Jesus extended his hand and pulled me out of a very deep and black pit. I felt AWAKE for the first time in years, and I was terrified that I would fall back asleep. I remember my mother telling me once, that in the throes of her love affair with alcohol and drugs, she had met a Jewish man and he had recommended an exorcism. I know it sounds crazy, but I was out of options and out of my mind. I wandered…show more content…
She gave me a bible and prayed with me. Not long after I was baptized in front of the congregation. I started to question my existence. My oldest son told me he didn’t believe in God. It alarmed me. It scared me that I hadn’t taught him anything. I was raised Catholic, but I was more of an outsider looking in. Never feeling accepted. Even as a small child I believed. My parents were both alcoholics, and our lives had become a holocaust. I remember praying fervently to God when I was hiding in the dark and afraid. And now looking back, I can tell you he was always there watching over me, and protecting me from horrible things that could have happened. Back to my son. I decided that the best way to answer his questions was to begin an investigation. We started researching the religions of the world. Then a light bulb came on. How could any of us form an opinion, if we had never read the bible? I remember when I was thirteen, I had met a girl that had read the entire bible. I was envious. I was always an avid reader, and set forth to read the bible myself, front to back. I had the King James…show more content…
Perhaps I owe more to Christ, perhaps not, but he has extended his mercy upon me, and I feel enormous gratitude. My heart has been transformed in so many ways, it would take hours to describe. I would like to spend my life repaying him. I am convinced that church and bible study isn’t enough. I yearn to learn everything about him that I can. I feel that if I don’t pursue this, my thirst may never be quenched. I don’t know what God has planned for me, or how he will direct my life in the future. Being completely honest I don’t know how I am going to do this, or how the pieces will come together. I have become a little wiser as I get older. I have tried different careers. I have tried schooling for jobs I would be miserable at. I tell my kids all the time, if you are passionate about something, there is nothing that will keep you from it. This is a step in my journey. I don’t know if this school is the answer, but I do know that this is the beginning of something. This gift of salvation so freely given to me…. I am compelled to share it. I want people to know the truth; I want them to know that they are loved and sought after, that he longs to hear their

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